Rates - LMG Sessions lyrics

When I'm rhyming and I'm in the zone I'll get you vibing while you're driving though you're high and you're just ripping cones Don't know my limit though I begin to grow into a person that is different from the one you meet you didn't to know I used to sit and smoke a sesh until I'd fall asleep Lazy f**er wouldn't clean my act up or record my beats Couple things were haunting me I would block it out and just pretend that it was all a dream Eventually I'd stop it How? I'd stay patient and wait til I got my head around the fact that I thought I was being weak but hey, I'm better now Proud to be, I'll say it loud Thought I wouldn't make it out If I could go and change a thing I wouldn't, I ain't laying down Speak for the street whose been cheated by the copper dogs Speak for the people who need to hear a rapper, not a gronk Speak for the need to feed the evil inside of my head If people could see inside of me then they'd find that I'm dead Yeah you'd note the effect, when Rates flows dope Most of it goes over your head You even know what I said? I'm getting angry, tired Probably just a mental mine Pick a fight and give me sh** Probably leave you dead you gronk Rhyme is anger and right hearted Than half of you The hardest Spartacus Target you artists Make you carcases f**ing laugh at you marching like mafias I'm harder and smarter than half of you ba*tard sons of f**ing carpenters When it comes to sk**, Rates would be the one you want My rhyming style's hot Tracks tell me I can't be wrong Every time I write I know you rappers try and step it up When you've done your track You make mistakes You look like messy c*nts It's my time and I'll fly high Like a satellite [?] Technical transmission every time I grab a mic Electrical efficient rhythm, sending shivers Leave you fried Voltage in the amps goodbye I'll burn your f**ing empty mind I'm out