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(Rise)



Introducin'.... a new breed of MC...Rise, know wut I mean..







(Man) What is your name







[Verse 1]



Sometimes I'mglad that people don't know that I'm raw



Cuz superstar rappers can't go to the grociery store



Don't do it for tours, I do it for drawers, I hate the business



And if I had a wish I'd just wish for more wishes



with my extra wishes, fuck money fame and huge favors



Fuck Bitches, I wish my eyes could shoot lasers



The new greatest, the next rapper this great



Would win a statuete carved in the shape of my face



the early stages, my studio at home when I flipped it



I make songs to make my name buzz like my equiptment



From my mind to the paper, from the tip of a pen



I kick rhymes with ill lines that you'll kick to your friends



Over the beats, my name goes so much through the streets



I'm told Rise was nice from cats that didn't know it was me



Through life, I gained knowledge, rhymes to pass it on



record songs so I can talk shit after I'm gone







Hook:(scratching) Repeat 2x's



(Man)



Do you know him... Rise



(Woman)



I don't think so... Rise



(Man)



What is your name... Rise



(Woman)



I Don't Know Him... Rise







[Verse 2]



Rise the type of cat to outshine you on tracks



give you a pat just to put a kick me sign on your back



Cuz you're a sign that everybody thinks you can rap



but that's aiight cuz everybody thought the planet was flat



You ain't better, cuz you been rhymin' loner than Rise



I been nice a few years, you been wack since '85



All the techniques, and styles, and the rhymes that you speak, STOLEN



Talk is cheap, ya'll niggas is sheep in wolves clothn'



Arrogant, used to be shy, but then I lost it



Now I draw a line on the floor & dare you to cross it



You forefeit, as long as my crew's breathin'



your clique will be shook at home talkin' turns sleepin'



Paranoid, scared, waitin' for the attack



in the mirror tellin' yourself that your better than that



I'm wreckin' the tracks, I represent a rhyme for the streets



Your whole song is phat except for the rhymes and the beats







Hook repeat 2x's







[Verse 3]



Ya'll don't write, you pay for airplays and rhymes of the month



A risin' star, I don't respect you cuz I do my own stunts



The rap ward is run by morons, dude you don't get it



that's why I simplify, to cater to the dimwitted



when I spit it niggas gotta plan they're will's



I gotta here em rip it, "everybody's man is Ill"



I just show sometimes if I can be polite when you rap



When I really wanna hum and hold my ears when you rap



Don't care to be phat the way they introduce your rhymes



But you battle about nothin' like women do at times



If you ever flowin' with Rise, my level's goin' so high



to the average human eye, I'm just a spot in the sky



Makin it tho, Parade threw my face on the floor



behind bulletproof glass I'm encased like the Pope



I'm too, big for these pawns can't stand it in here



nigga you too small, your feet still bang on your chairs







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