RTJII - Rhymin Abiding Citizen lyrics

"Plenty pot around me, but I ain't seen no gold" "Plenty pot around me, but I ain't seen no gold" "And to the rhythm I'm a slave" "It's what I do to get paiiiiiid" "And to the rhythm I'm a slave" "It's what I do to get paiiiiiid" Yo [Verse 1 :] The key to form lyrical sentences Is to abide with the instrument Words will instantly come out intricate As your feelings would slide out it's element (Your heart) Heading toward the beat! Don't let your mind always conquer As It is to these words a bunker But the heart ownes the realistic ones Not all about the blunts, sums and guns It's between your lungs Carry over with the rhythm You also could potentially splay and widen their mental kingdom To make a better system "To the beat! I compete to slaughter it" "To the beat! I compete to slaughter it" "Even though I am a lone wolf on this joint" "I am verbally surpa**ing my limits" [Verse 2 :] Somehow you'd find yourself overwhelming these instruments You might murder one, as you would serve a sentence So get easy on them n***as, and let the words represent Me? Realness is attached to me, difference is that it's a Semtex Undercovers and thug n***as in the same text AK47's, 74's, revolvers, 9's and tecs I could face them if there are checks involved But a situation could get easily revolved Like : I spit fire that get extinguished right after My main mission was to draft ya But a reaction none other a laughter Switch to the ratty, raw, rough on them flabby A product out of these bars would work on caging you Makin you catch a livin out of these lines I am sendin you Maybe you could raise a few Or would you be ashamed to? "And to the rhythm I'm a slave" "It's what I do to get paiiiiiid" "And to the rhythm I'm a slave" "It's what I do to get paiiiiiid" [Verse 3:] Back on the back of them n***as on the second verse Undercovers gettin under cover, but with this bullet fire I immerse On em! I plant a curse Switch them mentalities, and make them hold a reverse White sheet full of names, guess who's gettin their head burst Yeah, and the bullet fire don't stop now Just a moment I see backup, and another as my homies head goes BLAOW As I am runnin to an alley to find a new piece of cover Stunningly wounded, I needed to recover Found a shelter on the way, had to go up the bars Had to verbally surpa** my past lines As I am recovering from my scars "To the beat! I compete to slaughter it" "To the beat! I compete to slaughter it" "Even though I am a lone wolf on this joint" "I am verbally surpa**ing my limits" [Verse 4 :] Few backs went by, and I am under cover Under cover by my lyrical instincts As I graze through my limits Found an old friend who was smokin on a Newport He told me he could counterfeit pa**ports But it required me to get involved in some cap-peel And the reward was to keep me concealed Got a call from someone who worked for him and he could get me out of this living hell Made me hop in a trunk full of n***as in a smaller situation A life that you wouldn't ever experience as patient The driver encountered someone in the street Only saw a glance of the bullet fire from the bystander Directed to the driver as in the past he did some slander It's all a setup, as we hopped off on a brown hood Full of thuggish mexicans, and that ain't gonna do us good They kidnapped me to a dark room As I experienced all kinds of doom Interrogated me about where I am from, and who sent me As well asking me did I have anything on me? The only thing on me was shame My only job was to pursue green But I encountered on the way many harsh scenes Life is a setup, as it would revolve against you As the door was knocked off, and we were overwhelmed by tear gas Everyone who was in the room disappeared in a flash I was in a room full of gra** As it wore off, the hash! Feeling squeezed and lashed! Rash Knew it was all a setup Dark and I couldn't see the light But thoughts in my mind was the nine and a better life What do I do? Live my life in a prison cell? I'd rather die than be trapped in a living hell They got me trapped