MC Rimmer - San Gabriel lyrics

[Verse 1] All the time, San Gabriel, rhymes planned intracranial The composition of the streets is pride and soul My feet reside where's there's a goal I write flowing fire, and fight, no perspire A cup of yellow lemonade is my choice And the rhymes sprayed pried from my voice So you can visualize the picture And not trivialize my scriptures No joke, If I were coke I'd be straight from the source And if you choke on fate, you'd be coarse Where I live is where my head rest My bed is the nest, where I can shred my stress And sleep with a dead caress, Walnut my home town Where I can roam around, and I can let my dome drown With my thoughts and the time I'm pretty sure you got caught as you sought for my rhymes [Verse 2] It's like that, you know it's like that Preying a fight they be saying where the mic at? Took time looking at girls and not approaching I got caught in a love knot, they're hot and poaching I let people know with my style, juvenile No no, don't go mild, Hip Hop is my Nile Too me awhile to find out that girls like me Fly Clean and fresh, I gleam best, rocking pf's and white tees You know my ego brags about my swag without having to flow Spit, a speak a rhyme, I freak the grime I was clean as a soap bubble, never hoped for trouble Now I spit dope doubles, and looking in a scope bigger than Hubble Bars are far great, and shine like a star in day that's arrived late My hot rhymes, I've fought grime, my mouth shot slime Back a ten, I lacked at the pen, just sparking Now I'm making thick markings, and chicks barking I wouldn't dare tike speak, now it's fair to say I'm a mic freak Making heads turn, jakes and feds got no concern I used to like Tom and Jerry Now days I just make mom merry I used to be a punk with who was less than a minor threat Her's name's life and now I find her fret Stroking brag, smoking zags, my showroom swag Making the perfume boom because they want shag Of rap I'm a trusted soldier Of lamping I'm just a stroller Microphone controller, your a pebble, I'm a known boulder And every time a goon kicks a rhyme or tune They seem brick and plume, and strewn A bust, just crap raps and rhyming scraps Don't touch that dial, San Gabriel style is coming back [Verse 3] Ears have been murdered, no evidence I go and flow with excellence, some are faking eminence I'm breaking the circumference They say reach for the sky, I say reach for the stars Rap speech teaches and goes far, I smell the victory cigars Victory is ours, time is tricking to stay young Rhymes licking out of my spraying tongue I used to be bung, now I'm inducing my lungs With the strong lyrics of rapping Now you long to hear it happening You wanted to witness this song from day one And it'd be wrong to fray away son This rhyming technique make your priming look weak I speak the truth and no bull For the ruthlessness I go full Make it pull, create rhymes raw as the wool To the valley, the southern cali