#rap #hiphop

A rehash of a old line I use for a different hook that had more words but I hated it. I think cutting the rest out adds some catchiness. Going to try to knock out one more mix before its bedtime.

Back in my day heard a whole lot of back in my day could've gotten more dope if ya kept them lines straight would've never had to circle black around your plate keep that nose down and get a whiff of that shit ya lips make anyway if we ixnay on anything except for any way to feel plenty paid pretty pennies to build this city to out of this pit of pity resent and residual rage tripping over everything I've essentially made dripping out the remedy over the embers feeding the flames sticking to it getting it to ascend and raise let me breath every piece of debris as I attempt to be epitome of the blazed basically I'm embraced to behave as the beast being released from the cage ripping off the leash breaking the stage steaming from a leak in the gauge or what i call a reason to blame I'm no beacon seeking to be stuck in a chase old school new school I ain't fucking with the games

Finger on the pulse like damn Finger on the pulse like damn Finger on the pulse like damn Finger on the pulse like damn he dead he dead Finger on the pulse like damn Finger on the pulse like damn Finger on the pulse like damn Finger on the pulse like damn he dead anyway who next?

back in the booth brought wraps and tobacco too any and all smoke has to go poof signal this accurate truth packing the proof while strapping my boots got some actions to do re imagine the moves attack with the pen is the dagger I choose written in key to let the dragon loose practice attached to stacking the loot as I'm grabbing any value in actin a fool quite the attraction too let have a crack at this room old hand at smacking with clues in fact I'm actually that dude y'all biters suck like you Dracula's tooth drinking in what you choose grinding to kick back a few batty ass has to get loose staggering past the avenue asking for food gassed like you bask in fumes a habit the madness consumes blackened and blue always in vain somethings got to bruise get slapped back into ya tomb have the casket smashed in two before i have to get ravenous with you erratically smacking you with silver spatula and spoon picture this last past a flash n zoom your light reflection can kiss my ass till I'm done with the moon

Finger on the pulse like damn Finger on the pulse like damn Finger on the pulse like damn Finger on the pulse like damn he dead he dead Finger on the pulse like damn Finger on the pulse like damn Finger on the pulse like damn Finger on the pulse like damn he dead he dead Finger on the pulse like damn Finger on the pulse like damn Finger on the pulse like damn Finger on the pulse like damn he dead anyway who next?