Shomori Pa** - Rising Of The Dawn lyrics

Intro They always told me I’d never amount to nothing I remember the day my 6th grade teacher Mrs. Gray Asked me if I was on d** Hold on, hold on, hold on Give me a second I want to remember this moment Come on 1st Verse When I hold my mic, MC’s remain frozen ‘Cause they know I’ll cut them down without emotion Where I’m from you don’t choose the streets, you are the chosen And you rhyme without a deal, marketing and slogans Grind the streets, stay alive on whatever you find to eat Whether good or not spit whenever you find a beat Get my paper up, cognac in pimp cup next time we meet ‘Cause I plan to dominate through these lines I speak Can’t let my mind get weak so I make cyphers pop off By popping a pill of Viagra and rap until my d!ck soft Keep my rhymes coming again, until my d!ck soft Down by 5, 2 seconds left and I caught the kickoff Watch for shots I lick off, I’m in your face never shy Most of my friends are locked up or dead can’t say I never cry Pour out a little liquor, raise my gla** to the sky So the only priest seen when I die better be Superfly Chorus Failure ain’t an option, been at it for too long From the sunset to the rising of the new dawn My mic’s too strong, too much sweat in each song Just to leave yall a memory when I’m gone Failure ain’t an option, been at it for too long From the sunset to the rising of the dawn My mic’s too strong, too much sweat in each song Just to leave yall a legacy when I’m gone 2nd Verse I got this dream, rap star, nice car, all the chicks But then I wake up and life’s a b!tch I make more from what I flip than what I spit Recorded that, triple this, so I can get it mixed To get it mastered, I got to move it much faster I’m trying to shake the game not get caught up in the rapture Become a memory to family from what a camera captured Dead on the block gun shot, the dream is shattered Like I never mattered, punch line of a joke Ain’t an MC better than the worst line I wrote Battle at the Temple of Hip Hop so KRS can vote ‘Cause I keep on spitting on in the octagon being choked Hold it like the Olympic torch, my mic will roast ‘Cause I feed off any beat like parasite to host Lyrically go for the throat, k** it ‘til it turn ghost Then maybe you hear the fat lady hit her notes Chorus Failure ain’t an option, been at it for too long From the sunset to the rising of the new dawn My mic’s too strong, too much sweat in each song Just to leave yall a memory when I’m gone Failure ain’t an option, been at it for too long From the sunset to the rising of the dawn My mic’s too strong, too much sweat in each song Just to leave yall a legacy when I’m gone