DJ Kay Slay, Ransom, Papoose, Joell Ortiz - Rhyme or Die lyrics
DJ Kay Slay [Keith Grayson] New York, U.S.
[DJ Kay Slay, Ransom, Papoose, Joell Ortiz - Rhyme or Die lyrics]
One one mic
One and you feel it
Cause it's the realest oh
Rhyme or die rhyme or die
Rhyme or die oh
Oh oh
Oh rhyme or die
Check me out, The ink is my blood
The paper's my skin
Any ill producer can make me a skeleton
The words is my veins
The concept's my heart
My brain is the frame
Without that I would fall apart
The flow is my lungs, inhale with a kick
Exhale over the drums the mic is my tongue
The fans is my ears, I'll never lose site
The haters make it clear
I'm doing everything right
The bass is my emotion, my feelings run deep
The vocals my hands
And they touch you when I speak
The pop screans my glands
The mic stands my feet
The comp is my stomach
Cause that's what I eat
The studio's the hospital
In which I was born
Pro tools the operating table I was on
Music's the only reason that I'm alive
So I mean this literally, not lyrically
I rhyme or die
One one mic
And it flow through my body and you feel it
Cause it's the realest oh
Rhyme or die rhyme or die
Rhyme or die oh
Oh oh
Oh rhyme or die
If these niggas don't rhyme, they die
We gon blind they eye
I hope them niggas cry blood
Every time they cry
Make the crime rate rise, when we line they
Debo'ing all these niggas like
That Friday guy
No content, no substance blase blah
You can hear the nonsense when
You rewind they lines
Say they got food for thought
I despise they lies
You got pork on your fork
Cause it's swine they try king of New York
Wish you would say what's mine ain't mine
Having you talking through the wire
You the Kanye kind
The photo wasn't fully developed
Now it's a clear picture
Colt 45 in your face, like a beer sipper
Body bag sound like a goose
With a hand zipper yeah yeah nigga
You see my kind once in a while
I'm a rare killer
White sheet over your face
Like a klan member nigga
One one mic
And it flow through my body and you feel it
Cause it's the realest oh
Rhyme or die rhyme or die
Rhyme or die oh
Oh oh
Oh rhyme or die
Either you rhyming or dieing
Inside of a mining cave
Vision of a dieing slave
And you smelling like a steak
Inside a lion cage
Maried to the game, let it ring
That's when I engage
Them diamonds in that watch
That's what Imma praize
Show up at your house with white
Sheets and all kind of K's
I'm guessing you ain't gotta a clue klux
30 niggas dressed in white T's
Get your crew cut
Rhyme or die at your gravesite, watching
So fuck all the time stars will shine
Amy Winehouse killer with
I guess the niggas never understood it, right
How I'm living bad, but I'm doing good
I shoot for the stars nigga
One one mic
And it flow through my body and you feel it
Cause it's the realest oh
Rhyme or die rhyme or die
Rhyme or die oh
Oh oh
Oh rhyme or die
One and you feel it
Cause it's the realest oh
Rhyme or die rhyme or die
Rhyme or die oh
Oh oh
Oh rhyme or die
Check me out, The ink is my blood
The paper's my skin
Any ill producer can make me a skeleton
The words is my veins
The concept's my heart
My brain is the frame
Without that I would fall apart
The flow is my lungs, inhale with a kick
Exhale over the drums the mic is my tongue
The fans is my ears, I'll never lose site
The haters make it clear
I'm doing everything right
The bass is my emotion, my feelings run deep
The vocals my hands
And they touch you when I speak
The pop screans my glands
The mic stands my feet
The comp is my stomach
Cause that's what I eat
The studio's the hospital
In which I was born
Pro tools the operating table I was on
Music's the only reason that I'm alive
So I mean this literally, not lyrically
I rhyme or die
One one mic
And it flow through my body and you feel it
Cause it's the realest oh
Rhyme or die rhyme or die
Rhyme or die oh
Oh oh
Oh rhyme or die
If these niggas don't rhyme, they die
We gon blind they eye
I hope them niggas cry blood
Every time they cry
Make the crime rate rise, when we line they
Debo'ing all these niggas like
That Friday guy
No content, no substance blase blah
You can hear the nonsense when
You rewind they lines
Say they got food for thought
I despise they lies
You got pork on your fork
Cause it's swine they try king of New York
Wish you would say what's mine ain't mine
Having you talking through the wire
You the Kanye kind
The photo wasn't fully developed
Now it's a clear picture
Colt 45 in your face, like a beer sipper
Body bag sound like a goose
With a hand zipper yeah yeah nigga
You see my kind once in a while
I'm a rare killer
White sheet over your face
Like a klan member nigga
One one mic
And it flow through my body and you feel it
Cause it's the realest oh
Rhyme or die rhyme or die
Rhyme or die oh
Oh oh
Oh rhyme or die
Either you rhyming or dieing
Inside of a mining cave
Vision of a dieing slave
And you smelling like a steak
Inside a lion cage
Maried to the game, let it ring
That's when I engage
Them diamonds in that watch
That's what Imma praize
Show up at your house with white
Sheets and all kind of K's
I'm guessing you ain't gotta a clue klux
30 niggas dressed in white T's
Get your crew cut
Rhyme or die at your gravesite, watching
So fuck all the time stars will shine
Amy Winehouse killer with
I guess the niggas never understood it, right
How I'm living bad, but I'm doing good
I shoot for the stars nigga
One one mic
And it flow through my body and you feel it
Cause it's the realest oh
Rhyme or die rhyme or die
Rhyme or die oh
Oh oh
Oh rhyme or die