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folder rhymes (steps) - ainsoñayshaoh lyrics

[intro]
yo ruben, last day i was lookin’ inside of this folder
where i put this rhymes that i don’t use or have already
used, man, know wha’msayin’? and i realized – i realized
how much my style has changed – now i’mma show it, umm
with these folder rhymes, know wha’msayin’?
check it:

[verse 1]
oh no, not again, please welcome xplicit d-mn
also known as eidrien, rhymes go outta brain
these words change your name, i’m a bat like christian bale
goin into a dark cave… (nah, letme start again)
the people say you a player but i don’t listen to’ em
for not die today
i thought you were different from the other kinda people…
(nah, let me re-up)
live from the jungle, let’s start the story of the rumble
start the fable of the struggle, the humble against the dragon
i got no crew, no team, not even a gang
i keep it underground… (i better spit another jam)
some people always got in the face a fake smile
their intentions is take yours shootin’ ya with a nine
same for me but they can’t take mine
and after the bullsh-t i stay chill and fine, these are my folder rhymes

[interlude]
pfff – maaan! i remember writin’ some of these lines in school
other ones in nights (these are my folder rhymes)
all right man, let me drop something of this year, after december man
yo, look:

[verse 2]
actually i’m havin’ – another kinda starvin’
startin’ with the lack of ha-ppi-ness, a mess outta nothing
no tear is runnin’, so sick of this sleep missin’ situation…
(let me put this in another direction)
i’m a natural born winner, i won’t pull the trigger
’cause i wanna feel iller ’cause get bigger doesn’t give that feelin’
the last motherf-cker breathin’, also known as the grown up peter pan!
(ah, so f-ckin’ depressive man! wait, this is me right now, this is me now!)
let sam cooke sound, louis armstrong sound
i’m about hip-hop and soul the most, that sh-t called dubstep not
yeah i’m that punk with that funk, cookin’ up this funk
like a motherf-cker would be cookin’ that crack
reality check is being cooked up by two masterchefs
’cause 7 pounds is already the crème brûlée!

[outro]
wooo! maaan! this-this rhymes were-had-i was thinkin’ a lot of stuff
and i didn’t know what to write
ha, but man this is my legacy, this is what i wrote in my time
this is crazy yo, this is crazy
yo, 7 pounds
yo man, i’m done!

- ainsonayshaoh lyrics

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