[Intro]
Bust, bust
Yeah, a little-little of stimulation
Can you get with it?
It's all about the rhyme (It's all about the rhyme)
It's day one
A track to remember (It's on, kid, it's on)
[Verse 1]
It's all about the rhymes, they stay with me since Flave hit me
I got a gross count, about two-hundred and fifty-five-thousand
I create madness in public housin'
Rebel Rousey, strictly street, bass bouncin'
I hit a mountain top and let my boys drop through the valley
Direct through the streets, straight out the alley
Start a rap rally, with MC's from here to Cali
The truth remains while all fakes dilly-dally
With the wide range of assortments, who can really hold the cordless?
Set the shit off and let's record this (Yeah)
Last round is the final countdown
Three-hundred to start and now ain't too many around
Shut 'em down, ninety percent clowns with frowns
Complete waste of wax, tryin' to represent they hometown
It's on now, phony images crushed
And move-fakers get rushed, one time
[Chorus]
It's all about the rhyme
Year after year (One, two, three)
It's on kid (It's on), it's all about the rhyme
Year after year (Child, that's my gang)
It's on kid (It's on), the rhyme
Year after year (One, two, three)
It's on kid (It's on), it's all about the rhyme
Year after year (Child, that's my gang)
It's on kid (It's on=
[Verse 2]
Since it's crucial that your rhyme image suits you
It's cruel that you don't like me, but don't make me have to shoot you
'Cause in this day and age, niggas hit the front page
And if it's not the Desert Eagle, it's the 12-gauge
Prefer the stage myself, but that's a personal
To stress the mad rhyme skills, I call it versatile
And like this chick on Purcelville said: ''We awake dead''
And if you think I smoke mad buddah, call me weed head
Or cess head, or skunk head 'cause it's all good
Smell the herb scent, smokin' through your neighborhood
Yeah, that's me, how can you be down? Yo, bitch, you trippin'
You best to take your big-ass booty and keep switchin' (Bitch)
This ain't no handout, go ahead, bring your man out
Only thing he gonna say is: ''Bitch, chill that shit out''
So cool out, don't make me have to act a fuckin' fool out here
All year, two times
[Chorus]
It's all about the rhymes
Year after year (One, two, three)
It's on kid (It's on), it's all about the rhyme
Year after year (Child, that's my gang)
It's on kid (It's on), the rhyme
Year after year (One, two, three)
It's on kid (It's on), it's all about the rhyme
Year after year (Child, that's my gang)
It's on kid (It's on), the rhyme
[Verse 3]
This made your flavor, you can say it's manufactured
So roll that herb tight it and pull it out of backwood
Vibe from sessions, pack chrome, Smith & Wesson's
Niggas is caught vestin', no time to count your blessings
First lesson, I keep stressin' the importance of it (Yes)
So keep it real, true indeed 'cause my niggas love it
The disrespect, hell no, I won't have any of it
But I'm so high half the time, I just float above it
So what, about the cut? Put one in ya nut
This ain't a 211 but I'm takin' all ya got
Plain and simple, rhyme skills are mental
Plenty grooves, it's smooth instrumentals I get into
Makin' the point, still at any time I could diss you
But that ain't all the rhymes I spark, just ain't an issue
I'm sayin' precise headlines, that's how I get minds
To flip all kinds, three times
[Chorus]
It's all about the rhymes
Year after year (One, two, three)
It's on kid (It's on), it's all about the rhyme
Year after year (Child, that's my gang)
It's on kid (It's on), the rhyme
Year after year (One, two, three)
It's on kid (It's on), it's all about the rhyme
Year after year (Child, that's my gang)
It's on kid (It's on), the rhyme
Year after year (One, two, three)
It's on kid (It's on), it's all about the rhyme
Year after year (Child, that's my gang)
It's on kid (It's on), the rhyme
Year after year (One, two, three)
It's on kid (It's on), it's all about the rhyme
Year after year (Child, that's my gang)
It's on kid (It's on), the rhyme
[Outro]
