Correction Paroles Crhyme Life (Dirty) par The Alchemist

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Mr. Voodoo - “Crhyme Life”

Yeah, yeah.  Check it out.  I propose to all you rappers out there.  A nine, that is.  Heh.  Now lay down

I spit
Pain on wax, turn a hard-rock like
‘Caine to crack, trained to jack.  The game is stacked
Mystique remain intact like Egyptian sculpture
Live, eat, sh*t, sleep the culture, a strict code of
Ethics like Hammurabi, old as relics
Which Element am I?  The criminal one.  It’s a simple theme
Life of crime scheme, treat my hoes like justice
Send them in the game blind, holding triple-beams
For the cream, it’s like we’re all fiends, crime-
-motivated, one-time most hated.  When I was young
I was all about my hoes and sons, Criminal Minded
Posing with guns like KRS-One
I lost innocence, court sentences ate in
My grammar, banished, reappear in Alabama, c*ck
The hammers, leave no traces.  So deep in the game
Me and the D.A. on a first-name basis
Lames with no faces run from the chrome
Blazes.  While you in the comfort of your home
My man got shanked in the dome in a fight over
The phone a week before he was s’posed to come home.  Smoking
Bones so the pain is nullified.  Guns used to
Scare me, now I need them to sleep like lullabies, and if
Any man wet me, don’t cry.  I’m ancestry
Plus God blessed me with three seeds to resurrect me.  All you
Fake thugs?  I aim this at you directly
f**k you.  I’m from Brooklyn, y’all know where to check me

C-R-H-Y-M-E, criminal
Activity hold me in captivity.  Through
My wild days, my short existence, I keep
That promise, so you better keep your distance.  Listen
C-R-H-Y-M-E, criminal
Activity hold me in captivity.  The finer
Things what I mash for, the kind of things
In life I want the cash for

It’s like I’m from Cali
‘Cause I see through Kurupt eyes
Get my loot on like the LA uprise, get my
Shoot on all you tough guys ‘til I’m holding digits
Living plus-sized like swollen b*t*hes
Hoes I hit and switch just like they were hydrox’
Game hyperbolic, frame brolic, aim
Target, Teflon and garlic in my T-E-Cs
Put the fight and frolic into an ease, n***a
Please, I’m all up in your sleeves, I’m a thief who
Believes it’s best for you to give to me, receive.  Man
I see rocks on watches, you’re gonna see Glocks, even
Want the G-Shocks, strip you down to your socks.  Either
You have or have-not (Ain’t no in-between).  I’d rather have
Knots, so, for our knots, we’re robbing after-hour spots
Now it’s hot.  Gun-power only respect gun-power
So I’m putting cowards under flowerpots

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C-R-H-Y-M-E, criminal
Activity hold me in captivity.  Through
My wild days, my short existence, I keep
That promise, so you better keep your distance.  Listen
C-R-H-Y-M-E, criminal
Activity hold me in captivity.  The finer
Things what I mash for, the kind of things
In life I want the cash for—ain’t much to ask for

The Alchemist: Yeah, mash out.  Cats cash out.  Full-blast out.  C-R-H-Y-M-E, kid.  Crhyme Life, son, to the death of me
Mr. Voodoo: Yeah, yeah, Crhyme Life.  C-R-H-Y-M-E to the death of me and the death of you.  Ain’t no doubt.  Check it out

We got
My man Big TIM up in your house (Yes)
Ka and Kev up in your house (Yes)
L-Swift up in your house (Yes)
A-Butta up in your house (Yes)
Trev Better (What?), Alchemist (Peace)
David, Dante, Stimulated Dummies
Leaving other n***as bummy, getting money

We wet you and smile like that.  (Hahaha) Young people’s day-camp t-shirt, you know’m saying?  Brooklyn up in your house like that

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