Bottom Line
Rep Jersey public school systems
Where ass-whippings count for physical fitness
Close-fisted
So when I raised my hand
To question the authority
I automatically resisted
No gimmicks
I got good luck
I found a bag
Musta fell off a Brinks truck
I got lyrics hurt ya worse than the truth
Rhyme circles around emcees iller than you, uh
I'm in the booth straight killing these dudes
With a versatile style for the enemy troops
I run a five-minute mile in my combat boots
So when I kick you in the face
You can taste my shoe
I'm just playing with you
I'm a mastermind
I weave a web with the ties that bind
And get mine
I'm an underground legend
'Til the end of time
Illadelph to New York
Turnpike the rhymes
Y'all be the sinners
I'll be the holy man
Y'all be the young blood
I'll be the older man
Y'all be the ballers
I'll be the humble man
Any way you play it, I'm the king of the rhymes
Y'all be the sinners
I'll be the holy man
Y'all be the young blood
I'll be the older man
Y'all be the ballers
I'll be the humble man
Any way you play it, I'm the king of the rhymes
Bottom Line
(Bottom line - I love hip-hop - music)
(And one-dimensional emcees - can't handle that)
(Bottom line - I love hip-hop - music)
(And one-dimensional emcees - can't handle that)
(Bottom line - I love hip-hop - music)
(And one-dimensional emcees - can't handle that)
(Bottom line - I love hip-hop - music)
(And one-dimensional emcees - can't handle that)
Ya can't figure me
I'm not a bad guy
But I violate your mind like a violent crime
When I'm on stage
Suckas vacate
My album comes shrink-wrapped in police tape
Enemy of all states
Emptying your wall safe
I'm like an earthquake making all of y'all shake
I do this all day
It's like a piece of cake
Wordplay
Sixteen?
Make it forty-eight
Or maybe ninety-six
You're so stupid
I lost ya with the mathematics
Maybe now it's time to panic
Drug addicts
Getting high off of my rhyme patterns
Non-believers born again
Like it can happen
I'm not having it
You got contaminates
Dirty blood
With a full set of viruses
Y'all know what time it is
This is lights out
I'm not playing
Put the mic down right now
Y'all be the sinners
I'll be the holy man
Y'all be the young blood
I'll be the older man
Y'all be the ballers
I'll be the humble man
Any way you play it, I'm the king of the rhymes
Y'all be the sinners
I'll be the holy man
Y'all be the young blood
I'll be the older man
Y'all be the ballers
I'll be the humble man
Any way you play it, I'm the king of the rhymes
Bottom Line
(Bottom line - I love hip-hop - music)
(And one-dimensional emcees - can't handle that)
(Bottom line - I love hip-hop - music)
(And one-dimensional emcees - can't handle that)
(Bottom line - I love hip-hop - music)
(And one-dimensional emcees - can't handle that)
(Bottom line - I love hip-hop - music)
(And one-dimensional emcees - can't handle that)
I'm lyrically divine
Immortal with the rhymes
Check my tongue-in-cheek technique
To rearrange your mind
With two sheets of loose leaf
I'll rewrite history
Rename the Walt Whitman Bridge after me
This is end times
Y'all gotta face facts now
You can pen rhymes
Only thing you spit well is teeth out
I got love for the lost like a shepherd
So the wolves out there better back off the record
It's the Underground Railroad risen again
Rap's the language
You're the weapon
Alex Hamilton
Annexed your block with a recession
Crashed stocks, cashed in banks, and built Fort Knox
And that's your first history lesson
Walked from Ground Zero to Battery Park
Took the ferry out to Liberty Island and fell apart
Wrote bars on Statue of Liberty post cards
And mailed them from the gift shop
Back to the boulevard
Y'all be the sinners
I'll be the holy man
Y'all be the young blood
I'll be the older man
Y'all be the ballers
I'll be the humble man
Any way you play it, I'm the king of the rhymes
Y'all be the sinners
I'll be the holy man
Y'all be the young blood
I'll be the older man
Y'all be the ballers
I'll be the humble man
Any way you play it, I'm the king of the rhymes
Bottom Line
(Bottom line - I love hip-hop - music)
(And one-dimensional emcees - can't handle that)
(Bottom line - I love hip-hop - music)
(And one-dimensional emcees - can't handle that)
(Bottom line - I love hip-hop - music)
(And one-dimensional emcees - can't handle that)
(Bottom line - I love hip-hop - music)
(And one-dimensional emcees - can't handle that)
Bottom line
And this right here, that's the bottom line
This is the bottom line
Yeah and that's the bottom line
Where ass-whippings count for physical fitness
Close-fisted
So when I raised my hand
To question the authority
I automatically resisted
No gimmicks
I got good luck
I found a bag
Musta fell off a Brinks truck
I got lyrics hurt ya worse than the truth
Rhyme circles around emcees iller than you, uh
I'm in the booth straight killing these dudes
With a versatile style for the enemy troops
I run a five-minute mile in my combat boots
So when I kick you in the face
You can taste my shoe
I'm just playing with you
I'm a mastermind
I weave a web with the ties that bind
And get mine
I'm an underground legend
'Til the end of time
Illadelph to New York
Turnpike the rhymes
Y'all be the sinners
I'll be the holy man
Y'all be the young blood
I'll be the older man
Y'all be the ballers
I'll be the humble man
Any way you play it, I'm the king of the rhymes
Y'all be the sinners
I'll be the holy man
Y'all be the young blood
I'll be the older man
Y'all be the ballers
I'll be the humble man
Any way you play it, I'm the king of the rhymes
Bottom Line
(Bottom line - I love hip-hop - music)
(And one-dimensional emcees - can't handle that)
(Bottom line - I love hip-hop - music)
(And one-dimensional emcees - can't handle that)
(Bottom line - I love hip-hop - music)
(And one-dimensional emcees - can't handle that)
(Bottom line - I love hip-hop - music)
(And one-dimensional emcees - can't handle that)
Ya can't figure me
I'm not a bad guy
But I violate your mind like a violent crime
When I'm on stage
Suckas vacate
My album comes shrink-wrapped in police tape
Enemy of all states
Emptying your wall safe
I'm like an earthquake making all of y'all shake
I do this all day
It's like a piece of cake
Wordplay
Sixteen?
Make it forty-eight
Or maybe ninety-six
You're so stupid
I lost ya with the mathematics
Maybe now it's time to panic
Drug addicts
Getting high off of my rhyme patterns
Non-believers born again
Like it can happen
I'm not having it
You got contaminates
Dirty blood
With a full set of viruses
Y'all know what time it is
This is lights out
I'm not playing
Put the mic down right now
Y'all be the sinners
I'll be the holy man
Y'all be the young blood
I'll be the older man
Y'all be the ballers
I'll be the humble man
Any way you play it, I'm the king of the rhymes
Y'all be the sinners
I'll be the holy man
Y'all be the young blood
I'll be the older man
Y'all be the ballers
I'll be the humble man
Any way you play it, I'm the king of the rhymes
Bottom Line
(Bottom line - I love hip-hop - music)
(And one-dimensional emcees - can't handle that)
(Bottom line - I love hip-hop - music)
(And one-dimensional emcees - can't handle that)
(Bottom line - I love hip-hop - music)
(And one-dimensional emcees - can't handle that)
(Bottom line - I love hip-hop - music)
(And one-dimensional emcees - can't handle that)
I'm lyrically divine
Immortal with the rhymes
Check my tongue-in-cheek technique
To rearrange your mind
With two sheets of loose leaf
I'll rewrite history
Rename the Walt Whitman Bridge after me
This is end times
Y'all gotta face facts now
You can pen rhymes
Only thing you spit well is teeth out
I got love for the lost like a shepherd
So the wolves out there better back off the record
It's the Underground Railroad risen again
Rap's the language
You're the weapon
Alex Hamilton
Annexed your block with a recession
Crashed stocks, cashed in banks, and built Fort Knox
And that's your first history lesson
Walked from Ground Zero to Battery Park
Took the ferry out to Liberty Island and fell apart
Wrote bars on Statue of Liberty post cards
And mailed them from the gift shop
Back to the boulevard
Y'all be the sinners
I'll be the holy man
Y'all be the young blood
I'll be the older man
Y'all be the ballers
I'll be the humble man
Any way you play it, I'm the king of the rhymes
Y'all be the sinners
I'll be the holy man
Y'all be the young blood
I'll be the older man
Y'all be the ballers
I'll be the humble man
Any way you play it, I'm the king of the rhymes
Bottom Line
(Bottom line - I love hip-hop - music)
(And one-dimensional emcees - can't handle that)
(Bottom line - I love hip-hop - music)
(And one-dimensional emcees - can't handle that)
(Bottom line - I love hip-hop - music)
(And one-dimensional emcees - can't handle that)
(Bottom line - I love hip-hop - music)
(And one-dimensional emcees - can't handle that)
Bottom line
And this right here, that's the bottom line
This is the bottom line
Yeah and that's the bottom line
Credits
Writer(s): James Hampton Moore
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