CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Shots Fired
My nationality’s reality
And, yo: a prejudiced man is of a devil mentality
Rhymes are dynamic, voice is titanic
Gigantic…suckers get frantic, and then panic
A smooth talker, ‘cause I’m a Queens New Yorker
My rhymes bring more Good Times than Jimmie Walker
I rolls two spliffs, so now I guess I’m double jointed
Well I’m a sire, I set the microphone on fire
Rap styles vary…and carry like Mariah
I start to think, and then I sink
Into the paper…like I was ink
When I’m writing I’m trapped in between the lines
I escape whеn I finish the rhyme…
I got soul
Rakim, “I Know I Got Soul
He’s fallin’ apart, but wе deny it
Justifying that half-ass sh*t he dropped, we always buy it
When he tell us he a genius, but it’s clearer lately
It’s been hard for him to look into the mirror lately
There was a time when this n***a was my hero, maybe
That’s the reason why his fall from grace is hard to take
‘Cause I believed him when he said his sh*t was purer and he
The type of n***a swear he real, but all around him’s fake:
The women, the d**kriders, you know, the yes men
Nobody with the balls to say somethin’ to contest him
So he grows out of control
Into the person that he truly was all along, it’s startin’ to show
Damn, wonder what happened?
Maybe it’s my fault for idolizing n***as
Based off the words they be rappin’
And, yo: a prejudiced man is of a devil mentality
Rhymes are dynamic, voice is titanic
Gigantic…suckers get frantic, and then panic
A smooth talker, ‘cause I’m a Queens New Yorker
My rhymes bring more Good Times than Jimmie Walker
I rolls two spliffs, so now I guess I’m double jointed
Well I’m a sire, I set the microphone on fire
Rap styles vary…and carry like Mariah
I start to think, and then I sink
Into the paper…like I was ink
When I’m writing I’m trapped in between the lines
I escape whеn I finish the rhyme…
I got soul
Rakim, “I Know I Got Soul
He’s fallin’ apart, but wе deny it
Justifying that half-ass sh*t he dropped, we always buy it
When he tell us he a genius, but it’s clearer lately
It’s been hard for him to look into the mirror lately
There was a time when this n***a was my hero, maybe
That’s the reason why his fall from grace is hard to take
‘Cause I believed him when he said his sh*t was purer and he
The type of n***a swear he real, but all around him’s fake:
The women, the d**kriders, you know, the yes men
Nobody with the balls to say somethin’ to contest him
So he grows out of control
Into the person that he truly was all along, it’s startin’ to show
Damn, wonder what happened?
Maybe it’s my fault for idolizing n***as
Based off the words they be rappin’
