RodiMiS - Note To Self lyrics

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RodiMiS - Note To Self lyrics

[Verse 1:RodiMiS] Y'all take my writens to complete existance Resistance against my instrument I told you Weaponry relies inside my vocals Approach a choke hold we never spoke of Attacking chapters of rappers Who still need illustration Contemplated on my word play Phrase I say Convey, and wrong way you walkin' Microphone is broken in yah office Like General Grievous k** and keep the item the you need High altitude rap Come to my level And I see that y'all forced to bleed It's obvious y'all can't compare to my oxygen The science of lungs Rhymes stick to em Like concrete and gum Emcee's play women Leaving domestic violence kept in the writens Spitting venom, fly guys caught in my web of interest [Hook] Mellow, Mellow, Right On [Verse 2:RodiMiS] Catch what I want Please exceed introducing what you don't need Apparently everything Tired of flexing manners Y'all keep up mannerisms Rhymes giving out aneurysms Panicking your studios turn to panic rooms Stop the words Watch for the iller Needed the vision of Forest Whitaker Pillage the image Never was an artist Metaphors turn retarded The man who starts finishes Can't flip a script, even after you film it Y'all learn yah roots Y'all play clones Y'all film that's been exposed Playin a no show Note to self Clownin with a bozo is a no no Funny lines Hypnotic style Fresh steps golden road tiles This is cla**y bile Shrinkin bowels lookin like rat projectiles [Hook] Equal my institution Incorporated records are broken Played and cheated worth a chuckie cheese token Crush your gramophone Music is anarchy, no reason for votin Gritty what I'm spitting Y'all the dust in industry Y'all the try in industry Kept dreamin so I called Freddy Watch my youth overcome your longevity Style ain't different veterans say y'all elementary Seems man is co*ky with the co*kney talkin Still walking with a degree and prestige left for fiends Mind over matter What matters still roams the mind And I climb to reach time Time of the A.I's kick in the unofficial So the PF Fly's talkin Raw soul, beats from Pete Rock Need to make a**es out yourself a**ume the next rhyme

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