Isaiah & Hovey - Rhymes, 365 lyrics

[Speaking intro: Isaiah] Ey. So they was tryna f** and sh**, right? ...Yeah, this is the new sh** from Isaiah & Hovey Uhh, Hovey didn't really... He's not part of this, here we go ...Nah, I'm just playing [Hook: Nas] Got Rhymes 365 days annual plus some Load up the mic and bust one Cuss while I puff's from Got Rhymes 365 days annual plus some Load up the mic, mic, mic, mic, mic, mic And bust one Rhymes 365 days annual plus some Load up the mic, mic, mic, mic, mic, mic And bust one Rhymes 365 days annual plus some Load up the mic, mic, mic, mic, mic, mic And bust one [Verse 1: Isaiahraps] Cypher completed by the Jordans on my feet Yeah, number 23s from 4s to 14s 1 through 3 plus a bunch of miscellaneous They fall in love too quickly, saying how I'm so spontaneous She lusting for the loving, honey hotter than an oven Give you the time of your life but I can't be your husband So I tell her beforehand, make it clear I can't be your man but I'll be all yours, dear Alleviate the fears that you might have felt before While I bless you with sensations you ain't never felt before Excuse my like of rhyming there, this sense of entitlement Got me doing the devil's work like the mic's my idle hands God damn, same dollar, different day If I had a buck for every flow I'd have enough cash to pay My way through college, instead of rapping for a buck So f** dropping knowledge, I kick rhymes for all the girls I f** [Hook] [Verse 2: Isaiah] After being blessed by herb's essence I'm back for verse 2, here to drop some word lessons Unpredictable, yeah I'm keeping her guessing On my facebook page, girlie steadily obsessing Elegant vibrations coming from my lips I'm regal and broke like a f**ing Haitian prince Down in Port-Au-Prince, where it gets hot as hell And my rhymes got you locked, like voodoo, I got spells Rather be locked in my spell than in a cell I'm the Loch Ness, yeah, a monster from Hell That's word to the bagpipes I played in my past life Tryna get paid till my paper's giraffe height Grounded as stalagmites, even as a baller I'm broke in the states but a boss in Guatemala So I don't have to f** with cheap beer Got rhymes, 365, plus one on a leap year [Hook] [Verse 3: Isaiah] I'm living easily, MDC kicking it They should call you "MC Insignificant" While I was ripping it you was ripping paper up Notepad paper cause ya lyrics weren't dope enough "Isaiah isn't hood enough", they say as they question me Don't they know I rip these pussies? Call me hysterectomy You can see direct-ily, that I am the next emcee To stake his claim on the list of rappers not to f** with, b Critics be inspecting me, thus far positive Girls at my shows treat my nuts like lozenges They like Hovey too, the following is not a shot at him But I got homie getting hoes for dopeness I am dropping, damn Should I take a break? Or schedule the wake? For the beat, cause it got ate like a piece of cake I'm feeling like a great, cause the track is marvelous Me and Hovey k**ing sh**, you gon' have to pardon us [Hook] [Speaking outro: Isaiah] For y'all who don't know me, I'm Isaiah The hoes call me Money Dick At least since the last album Uhhh, alright, a lot's changed with Isaiah & Hovey We've been f**ing a lot of hoes- I mean we were f**ing a lot of hoes before But now we're like REALLY f**ing a lot of hoes Uh, our shows... are still alright, I guess Uh, We- a record deal! Oh, I didn't even mention We still haven't been offered a record deal So, you know, if you like our sh**... just come pay us, you know? Anyway, uh, oh yeah, the last thing we did after we BLEW THE fu*k UP With Dante's Love Inferno Machine... We sampled Nas, and I KILT it