Book Of Rhymes

This my life on the line, my life on the paper
Spillin what I have to spit, shittin all my anger
My hunger for rap cause I eat flows and verses
Eager to prove to the world I bury others MCs
Pay hommage to the greatest, orphin to my movement
My tribe called quest gave me chills like a dope fiend
Wu signs it ain't about the dollar sign
Though I wanna get the cream, no jail, no Shyne
I was like flyin away like wayne wid da syrzup
The west kept secret, black hippy like the wizards
KDot, smokin angels to my sound
Even when you're good kid, you take a hit to the ground
They all seek the crown but take a look to my crane
Fear me rappers like my name was Bane
Come and get me I'm ready to shoot on sight
Im here with my Common sense, show you The Light

[HOOK]
This is my book of rhymes, time to shine, nine to five
Im about to bring you the fire

And I got love for the underground, rest in peace Pimp C
But the shit hit Jersey by the name of Voli
And I ain't going to my knees but hater's gonna hate
I'll make a change to the game like it's my fate
I'm writing my future, ride in my oddysee
Im Hip-Hop to death like the star was pointin at me
New shit, I'm back to kill the beat, period
MCs go crazy, PMS symptoms
Maan, it's been a long time comin
Waitin for my funeral but here I am speedin
I scrap pages to my book they look like they shook
But it ain't no such things as half way crooks
Fill pages with memories, melodies in my head
Pain to my brain, tears I would have shed
I got two things in this world, my word and my balls
And trust me son, I don't break them for no one

This is my last delivery
My last piece of peotry
The last part of me, Y N O T
The last vowel, the last sixteens
The last notes I wanne give
They say all good things must come to an end
As if everything was turning cycles
So in the end, I was born to die
From roots to ashes, here to testify