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Let Go Of My Rhyme |
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Dizeazed
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04/02/05 Do people enjoy wasting their time? A lot of people take my words to heart and don’t realize that it’s just entertainment: They waste their time questioning and complaining about my rhyme… Just fukin’ let go of it already.
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Verse I:
My pops told me never to give up
And that’s why you always see me never giving a fuck
When I get these fake emcees trying to blast at me
With lyrical catastrophe, man it’s blasphemy
Trying to step to me when you know you’re lacking skill
Don’t you understand when I flow, I only spit to kill
Tryin to get up in my grill I just swallow’em like a pill
And then they wanna tell me that I gotta spit it real
I just tell’em what I feel, yall can eat some anthrax
I hit’em like Amtrak’s, I squeeze them like jam packs
Get with the damn facts, I only tell it my way
If I was to take your advice, then this is what you would say
“Damn Dizeazed, why you gotta bite my style?”
“Why you gotta copy Eminem like in 8 Mile?”
Because bitch! That’s what you fucking told me to do!
“No it isn’t… I told you… oh wait… that’s true”
Chorus:
I watch everyone pave my path, all I do is laugh
Cause I don’t walk I fly
Everybody tries to do the math, but if they’d just sit back
Maybe they’d realize
You don’t have to concern yourself with me
Every second wasted on my life, you just lose three
You’re running out of time, slowly drowning your mind
Yall can save yourself now, just let go of my rhyme
Verse II:
Poisonous breathe with a scorching touch
I got an atomic attack and such and such
It what I’ll tell you that I got, to keep you off my block
Cause honestly I’d never run around strapped with a glock
I just race against the clock, every, tick every tock
I’m like a fish out of water, I just, flip and I flop
But I stay on top of my game, don’t come try to shame me
Or even try to play me, you’ll just be getting angry
Then I fucking explode, spontaneously combust
Grab javelins and thrust’em through your eyes until they crush
The back of your skull and dust musters into a cloud from brush
That you landed in harder then a bus would hit a cow leaving it branded
You don’t stand a chance when I’m in this mode; I’m out of control
Like Manson being put out on parole
Don’t tell me stroll cause you think I’m moving too fast
Cause I ain’t comprehending language that’s coming out of your ass
Chorus
Verse III:
I break necks, no I don’t make checks
Striping emcees out of the game like it was a lace dress
Even though I may stress, I’m always keeping my cool
Writing verses gets the heat off my chest like jumping in pools
…No rules, restraints or regulations
I’m jacking up on these mics like it was some masturbation
And if you tune to my station, you might receive a sensation
Similar to sexual education
Follow my demonstration, as you may see
The characteristics that I contain are labeled crazy
So nothing can faze me, I’m running on interstates
Then laying myself out and testing these semi’s brakes
I admit I make mistakes, but don’t regret shit
Cause life flies by faster then speeds when jets hit
Next thing, well that’s it, you used up all of your time
All just wasted, cause you couldn’t let go of my rhyme
Chorus
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