Rhyme Book

Hit you with the rhyme book
Hit you with the rhyme
Hit you with the rhyme book
Hit you with the rhyme book
Hit you with the rhyme
Hit you with the rhyme book
Hit you with the rhyme book
Hit you with the rhyme
Hit you with the rhyme book
Hit you with the rhyme book
Hit you with the rhyme
Hit you with the rhyme book

Yes, my vernacular is impeccable
The slanguistic speaking, honey dipped delectable
Queen to the King, so yes, he is uncheckable
Not for nothing, I already got the best of you
On the beat, it always ends for you traumatically
Good brain. Double meaning. Scholastically
Bad bitches bow down, fanatically
Subliminal criminal, I assault you grammatically
Flip the birds, I mean the words, with precision
When shit get crucial, no time for indecision
So I stay ready, forgot more hot rhymes than you've written
Top notch technician on a mission
I take on all challengers ambitiously
The pretty stick up kid, I'll get you fiscally
Adjectives maneuver expeditiously
Like street soldiers with agility, efficiency, swiftly I'll

Hit you with the rhyme book
Hit you with the rhyme
Hit you with the rhyme book
Hit you with the rhyme book
Hit you with the rhyme
Hit you with the rhyme book
Hit you with the rhyme book
Hit you with the rhyme
Hit you with the rhyme book
Hit you with the rhyme book
Hit you with the rhyme
Hit you with the rhyme book

Savage animality causes fatality for niggas that try to battle me
Leave 'em dead like fucking casualty, brutality
Only state of mind, it's my mentality
Casually, feeble-minded formalities try to battle me
But niggas rattle me, like a mothafuckin' snake
Poison venom all up in 'em, Neurotoxins in their system
I laugh at thee. Who grabs the microphone after me
With Lyrical mastery I make 'em bleed and I bash MCs
Bring the bang. I'm like an alternated time bomb
Ready to go up, flow up, then go and flame on
The games on, and I'm about heat the spot
Act like a niggas parents and knock the flavor out ya mouth
For disrespect, niggas with bad reps get broke necks
They chest wet by the flame on, the fucking black tech
Now who's next, For this Lyrical fuckin' service
Niggas masterbate the skills as if they name was PeeWee Herman
You yearnin', for the day that Lyric J goes under
I bring the ill noise so call me Lord Thunder
You wonder, how a bitch got you so shook
Because you flipped ya head and got hit with the Rhyme Book

You thought the hook was gonna drop, but I just keep it jumpin
Float like a butterfly, I sting while I'm punchin
Monkey punch drunk so you know I'm into somethin
Got a flock full of doves, keep 'em caged by the dozen
Clyde said go get it, rat-a-tat, I bring it back
You could call me Bonnie, got the tech in my sack
He only call the shooter when he wanna kill the track
I say my flow so sick
Asthma attack

Hit you with the rhyme book
Hit you with the rhyme
Hit you with the rhyme book
Hit you with the rhyme book
Hit you with the rhyme
Hit you with the rhyme book
Hit you with the rhyme book
Hit you with the rhyme
Hit you with the rhyme book
Hit you with the rhyme book
Hit you with the rhyme
Hit you with the rhyme book



Credits
Writer(s): Stephanie Cathcart
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