Rhyme Hustle
Check one, two... on the mic
Yeah, testing
Notebook full of scribbles on a yellow pad Dreaming of the heavy
breaks my brother had Tapping on the desk while the teacher speaks
Living for the pocket and the basement beats
Got a two-track tape running in my chest
Trying to outwork all the static and the rest
I just wanna catch the rhythm and write the line
Turn every single second to my own design
(yeah,
that's right) Put the needle down and let the story spin
This is where the real work begins
Flipping through the crates looking for the spark Pencil lead breaking on
the page in the dark No shortcuts,
just the muscle and the mind
Polishing every syllable I find From the corner stoop to the headphone
wire
Every cold night fueling up the fire (fire)
It ain't about the shine,
it's about the grit Finding every groove until the pieces fit
Yeah,
bring that kick back in
I just wanna catch the rhythm and write the line
Turn every single second to my own design (hands
up)
Put the needle down and let the story spin
This is where the real work begins
Just keep the tape rolling
Yeah...
right in the pocket