Tom Jeefs - Vocal Rider lyrics

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Tom Jeefs - Vocal Rider lyrics

All these MC’s that only talk and rhyme `bout wealth Couldn’t even catch a glimpse of how declined I felt But time will tell, If not you’ll have to find yourself It’s hard times, I write rhymes to define myself The pounder, that Hiphop provides by the hour Smoking the sour, devour The c**aine cowboys with white powder On the low-track, Remotely close to the poles like a zorlac You been warned jack, Never underestimate the power of the word If you also want to be heard No matter if your a** is the last or the first In a world full of obstacles talk is absurd Rhyme combinations are found to be ancient You’re bound to be patient to launch like ya man I was down for the lacing your sound was the patient But now I am facing a whole nother land Time to act after a whole nother plan If you ask me one that only pro’s understand Flow out of hand you could try to act up But batter back up Because I’m a whole nother man Talking to you vagabonds that’s smuggling contraband A hundred fifty copies of The Backlash for Uncle Sam Sargent at arms, I hop into red convertibles ->>>>> With V8’s loud enough to trigger alarms Lyrical phantom, holding Emcees for ransom The reason why modern AnR’s go into tantrum I see you on the other side, that means if I survive If not Hip-hop is covered in silence as I die Verbal payback, I’m puffin on train wreck f*ggots try to puzzle me now show me where ya game’s at I’m stuffing you asap by slapping your dome If you wanna play tough put my math in your phone But don’t test me off the dome, whatever the heat is like Jeefs is known to k** whatever the beat is like Blow out of the threshold right into distortion Next to me raps look like out of proportion The effect of the thrust looks like it’s morbid Suns implode and planets get blown out of orbit Rap during wars in a natural course Penitentiary bars’ll I leave ya mentally scarred All these MC’s that only talk and rhyme `bout wealth Couldn’t even catch a glimpse of how declined I felt But time will tell, If not you’ll have to find yourself It’s hard times, I write rhymes to define myself!