WHATS THA PROBLEM WIT ME,
I AINT BRINGIN NO HEAT
MAYBE ITS CUZ I RHYME ACCAPELLA, WIT NO BEAT.
IS IT CUZ, IM NOT GETTIN NO LOVE?
SLEEPIN ON MY RHYMES, FEELIN SOFT LIKE A BUBBLE TUB?
YA'LL TRIPPIN, BUT IT'S ME, THATS SLIPPIN.
IT AINT BLOOD NO MO, IT'S ALL CRIPPIN,
WE GOTTA PUT A STOP, TO THIS GANGSTA HITTIN
CUZ RIX AINT FEELIN IT NO MO, I MUST ME LIMPIN.
CAN'T WALK, OR TALK, OR FEEL THA YOC,
MAYBE IT'S MY TOOTHPAIN, OR MY GLOCK OUTTA SHOTS.
MY FLAVA, BEEN WASTED.
LIKE HATERS, IM FEELIN THA HATRED.
MAYBE I'M 3D, LIKE THA MATRIX,
BUT DJ RIX, IS THA ONE WITH THA LYRIX.
OF DOOM, IM COMIN SOON,
BRINGIN THEM 400 DEGREE FLAMES,
PENETRATION, AND THANGS
LYRICAL DOMINATION. AND HEATIN IT UP
BRINGIN PERSPIATION,
CONQUEREN THEM CITY IN THA N, BAY.
ANTIOCH, SAC, LIKE EVERYDAY.
am i loosin it?