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rawness, realness & off the hinges - niccoli lyrics

[intro:]
“tell me something, my friend. you ever dance with the devil in the pale moonlight?”
“what?”
“i always ask that of all my prey. i just like the sound of it.”

[hook:]

[verse 1:]
no doubt i’m a villain
beats on repeat ‘cause i breathe what you feed on: a beat so silly
so please do forgive me
i’m tryna get the c.r.e.a.m. while i’m bouncin’ to the scene and i reach for the ceiling
c0ke flow really, od on the feelin’
snap upon a rhythm so the rhymes be appealin’
dope flow really, you still don’t hear it?
then who you p-ss the mic to?
yo, i’m… superst-tious, i’m vicious homie so try to listen
i never settle for one spot, i had to diss ‘em
so i’m surp-ssin’ a million rappers who try me
and still can’t find me, wait!
so everybody behind me, a rapper you might be, you prolly ain’t
that mean, you honestly wack as prolly the next mc
and they would probably sign me
i’m prolly the right breed of rappers who others wishing to be me

[hook:]

[verse 2:]
i got you stuck off the realness
but even though this ain’t about a thing it be simple and plain that you will feel this
but i ain’t poppin’ shots to the brain to make a million
i’m rappin’ on the mic to be sane and try to make me some
change at, like, the same d-mn time
or maybe possible fame and ish the day that i’m signed
just a pad full of rhymes so in a couple of lines i’m showin’ proof of the
grind and like, alright…
so… if you jackin’ the style, stop
and whether you hot you still flop on the day dropped
homie you the reason i ain’t ever forgot ‘pac
meaning when i hit top five it’s on lock
sprayin’ like a tech homie, who do i catch now?
lookin’ around like i’m a shooter with one round
tryna fake another dope sound? you’ll never figure it out
‘cause my lines hit like a 40 cal… bloah!

[hook:]

[verse 3:]
bounce back and i’m rappin’ ‘till the crack of the dawn
and i spat like crack in the faces of all, who’s that?
i’m a rapper who could murder your song and that’s that
like tribe i’ma push it along, see
the compet-tion ain’t listen homie, i been set
i guarantee they ain’t spittin’ records like this yet
and they can try but they only trekin’ a half step
homie i be spittin to death, wait…
rappin’ like i’m going for broke? i try
been a minute since i came with the flows but don’t cry
rappin’ never got me the dough but i grind
take time when i’m spittin’ that dope, i don’t mind
bet you i’ma get at your soul the next line
‘cause there ain’t a single rhythm or flow i can’t find
homie all the haters they lied and here’s why:
why they say the game is do or die when i drank a suicide?

- niccoli lyrics

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