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rising son - the rapper h lyrics

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[intro: allen iverson “practice” speech]

[the rapper: h]
i came to spit bars, on the rise prevalence
lyrics with meaning, other rappers are irrelevant
pushing weight like they were elephants
f-ck it, i’m done waiting, prime time for my entrance

i’m at a gig now, in front of a live crowd
they f-ckin’ dig my energy, they wanna place to put the crown
call me h dude, the rapper who ain’t fake dude
i’m about the lyrics, written rhymes always dude

lost in the turning sea, but then i found the prodigy
can’t believe, its hard to breath, i think he made a star of me
h has that sicker flow, puffing on some indigo
wanna-get-high, ready-to-fly, ready-or-not, it’s my time

i’m up in ithaca, party like barmitvakah
friday means a sh-tty scene, this girly here is looking mean
she think she livestrong, not bad with a band on
harborside, the flag i fly, beats that bang from boston

h has the humor too, but i’m not a circus clown
smoking randy’s moss and i ain’t ever gonna touchdown
the beat is all i need to make your cipher incomplete
compet-tive etcetera to take a challenge to compete

i’m reppin’ ithaca, but man i came from sharon too
ride around on weekends puffin blunts like it’s nothing new
roll about a hundred joints, f-ck the number not the point
expecting the wackness sorry if i disappoint

i ain’t no josh peck, yup i’m bout to bat next
bout’ to hit a grand slam, swaggin’ in a crew neck
not your average rapper here, knowing this is my year
soph0m-re downloads, the beat in every students ear

supress the urge to hate, love will always levitate
h stands for home, and my home is center stage
nightmares, a wet dream to a narcissist
the rise of fallen kings replicating on this continent

i try to say my peace, but they’re not having it
an artful dodger, move from amateur to mastery
and maturity, a notion that’s absurd to me
confuse you with my sweetness, send you into obscurity

the lap of luxury, bong hit epiphany
critics call me c0ke, that’s why all these critics sniffing me
boston has the heart to beat, city in my arteries
h has got the flow to beat, if i’m talking honestly

and my apologies, to all the haters probably
i like to k!ll a f-cking show, homicide is part of me
feeling i cannot contain, praying to a temples vein
colder in the winter wind, warmer in the summer rain

out of this world, i’m galactic
fresh air, but you, you’re just asthmatic
we’re talking practice, man, we’re talking practice
i live for the game, and i die for the practice

she can play her part, not bad for an actress
bic to light a bowl, just playing with some matches
the gift of gifted gab, many rappers always had
wale spits its nastily, wayne can always murk a beat

wiz can blaze alotta trees, j can put it to the z
biggie and 2pac, may they always rest in peace
i thank you thoroughly, the energy has smothered me
rap is like a fellowship, and man i’m feeling brotherly

working till i’m breaking, decisions that i am making
and if a line ain’t sick as swine, i think it needs rephrasing
this amazing haze i’m blazing, has put me into a different lane
in between g and i, b-tch you won’t forget the name: h

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