ProFound Beatz - Rawness, Realness & Off The Hinges lyrics

[Intro:] "Tell me something, my friend. You ever dance with the devil in the pale moonlight?" "What?" "I always ask that of all my prey. I just like the sound of it." [Hook:] [Verse 1:] No doubt I'm a villain Beats on repeat ‘cause I breathe what you feed on: a beat so silly So please do forgive me I'm tryna get the C.R.E.A.M. while I'm bouncin' to the scene and I reach for the ceiling Coke flow really, OD on the feelin' Snap upon a rhythm so the rhymes be appealin' Dope flow really, you still don't hear it? Then who you pa** the mic to? Yo, I'm… superstitious, I'm vicious homie so try to listen I never settle for one spot, I had to diss ‘em So I'm surpa**in' a million rappers who try me And still can't find me, wait! So everybody behind me, a rapper you might be, you prolly ain't That mean, you honestly wack as prolly the next MC And they would probably sign me I'm prolly the right breed of rappers who others wishing to be me [Hook:] [Verse 2:] I got you stuck off the realness But even though this ain't about a thing it be simple and plain that you will feel this But I ain't poppin' shots to the brain to make a million I'm rappin' on the mic to be sane and try to make me some Change at, like, the same damn time Or maybe possible fame and ish the day that I'm signed Just a pad full of rhymes so in a couple of lines I'm showin' proof of the Grind and like, alright… So… if you jackin' the style, stop And whether you hot you still flop on the day dropped Homie you the reason I ain't ever forgot ‘Pac Meaning when I hit top five it's on lock Sprayin' like a tech homie, who do I catch now? Lookin' around like I'm a shooter with one round Tryna fake another dope sound? You'll never figure it out ‘Cause my lines hit like a 40 cal… Bloah! [Hook:] [Verse 3:] Bounce back and I'm rappin' ‘till the crack of the dawn And I spat like crack in the faces of all, who's that? I'm a rapper who could murder your song and that's that Like Tribe I'ma push it along, see The competition ain't listen homie, I been set I guarantee they ain't spittin' records like this yet And they can try but they only trekin' a half step Homie I be spittin to d**h, wait… Rappin' like I'm going for broke? I try Been a minute since I came with the flows but don't cry Rappin' never got me the dough but I grind Take time when I'm spittin' that dope, I don't mind Bet you I'ma get at your soul the next line ‘Cause there ain't a single rhythm or flow I can't find Homie all the haters they lied and here's why: Why they say the game is do or die when I drank a suicide?