Book of Rhymes - NB Prod

Alchemist you know me man I'm the type of nigga that write rhymes right on the spot in the studio Soon as I hear the track; you know what I'm sayin? Word but I wanted to bring a couple of books to the studio today Man I foundthese shits up in the crib man in boxes man I don't even remember when I was writing these shits Or what's in these shits man probably a bunch of bullshit man Fuck it check it How can I trust you when I can't trust me? Picture myself a old man a O.G. Some niggas will conversate with liers all day Time pass...(Nah lemme start somethin' else) Soul on ice death threats given by clowns I guess livin' is prison when you live around clowns I'm hexed cursed worse I been blessed first I thought I was abnormal cause I would overcome any tasked called to So there it is I'ma prince I'ma get slain Some do minor shit swear they on the top of they game Ya rhymin' is called "Vagina Monologue" It kinda supports theories of scary niggas who should lie in the morgue Rarely y'all come in contact with the real Since Pun passed he was the last shine of sun I could feel Yo said there's a few left since music's expressions of life Damn I wish I took more time to write in my book of rhymes Oh shit Tina - I been lookin' for this bitch number damn. No this rhyme is weak. This is week I remember this bullshit right here (My Book of Rhymes) Gandhi was a... what the fu.? Gandhi was a fool, nigga fight to the death The US Army is a school that teach ya plights of conquest (I wonder when I wrote this. Nah it's weak) The money's ya religion sky the limit live life Numbers is big business makes the poor live trife The glimmers of hope provoke those without dollars to dream Through your existence become wealthy knowledge is king Pimps and card sharks thiefs murderers with hard luck Addicts and fiends prostitutes passin' for teens is my society Cops that shoot blacks is routine for noteriety Grow up watchin' well dressed niggas with charms Beautiful ladies on their arms Dangerous new cars was my fantasy for Nas Rubbin my lips with Campophenique Still behind the ears wet turned out to be Pioneers vets amongst hustlers crack sellers and liers and squares... (Nah that was weak there) My people be projects or jail never Harvard or Yale Pardon me type in my 2way while I'm chargin' my cell It's hard to be iced up with Gucci god poverty's real I can't fight you cause you would sue me niggas be groupies I see imitators tryin' to make albums spittin' my style And they don't even realize that I notice they stealing Nas' shit I pump some Rick James with that Teena Marie My nina lean on me like Swoop it's crap this can't be My book of rhymes This can't be my book of rhymes writing this bullshit! (My Book of Rhymes) Nah neva that fuck that, aw why you laughin' Alchemist? Huh you a funny nigga... naw yeah (My Book of Rhymes) I'm tellin' you I'ma come up with some new shit now Fuck that I'ma write again now fuck that I musta been high on some shit mmm what the fuck is this? Look how we treat pregnancy women in the 'hood Our values so low our values are no good Things our mothers told us we shoulda heeded Cause now we need it We older almost able t... I'm jealous of you how come you so beautiful? Smelling fresh youthful intelligent while I'm stressin' and shit Aiyo I envy you 'cause all you do is smile and things come your way Such a innocent child is what some say I get upset 'cause I just want to be treated the way you are Like a star not a worry in this world thus far But wait a minute we both need ya mother's attention I must be crazy jealous of my own baby infant (Kinda crazy)

Bussa Bus' One seven Rap God Notorious My warriors Be glorious Twenty-eight, Twenty two, now stories up So keep my dick up out your mouth don't be twisting the story up I'm from Chiraq but caught my first body up in Peoria Hit you with no delaying So what you saying ho All my lyrics is groundbreaking that Super Saiyan flow Yeah my .40 cal bang more That pops off of Wayans bros Wet up shit like the rain though This what we trained for I am off of the chain hoe Call me the Django Rap god or the dang GOAT both in the same boat On these tracks I'm Usian Bolt Nothing has came close This is what I get payed for Dropping grenades hoe Just bought broski a Draco I give him the say-so Black mask like he Space Ghost Try me like Dej Loaf I ain't gotta call my hittas up I'll come and get rid of you Smiling looking sinister Pull up in somethin' tinted up Body you and then I lay low like Forest Whitaker Then go up lift my brothers and sisters like I'm the minister I ain't perfect with my kids if I ain't working I encourage higher learning I'm teaching through fire verses Till the day we lie in hearses I'm fighting the lying serpent Ride and lurking Hit you pussies make sure you don't die a virgin Johnny Torture Tire burning I'm fancy like writing cursive Rap God I'm way to real to have someone come write my verses Dangerous You know this ain't a game to us My bang will bust These bullets hit your brains and guts Get changed to dust Ain't no one else to blame but us You strange to us Fu niggas cannot hang with us You lame to us These other rappers plain to us My labels tough Like KD back with James and Russ Word to my mother I'm Eating like supper time I come from trouble times I knew the sun would shine Im hot like summertime Dreaded like Busta Rhymes My girl so fucking fine Mo' cake than Duncan Hines They said Hip-Hop was dead But i came just in time My bars hold hella weight Bitch I'm just pumping iron This is serious These fuck niggas on my dick and they fear me cause I made them bleed like a bitch on her period Banana clips for you monkeys if you curious This is that part of chess I got you all in check They thought I wouldn't make it I made them all regret I ball so fucking hard The ref might call a tech Might hit the mall and flex My sons and my daughter fresh I'll never sell my soul Bitch i won't fall for that You can't get me to change You got to call collect Nike just like me my nigga I am a walking check I'm more than blessed and more calculated than architects I'm who they call the best Flew from a falling nest If I feel y'all a threat We outside of y'all address You don' f'd up all black we dressed up Put a clip up to his head give that boy a fresh cut Driving dirty with no Ls i was living reckless Swerving serving pounds just to get my check up Had 20 on my wrist 20 on my necklace Balled every time you see me just like Uncle Fester I ran into the law man that shit was messed up Never fold under pressure mother fuck them questions Your niggas harmless; mine dangerous like Coolio Don't get nailed with this hammer I stay with the tooly, yo I be strapped at every show even strapped at the studio Just know that when you see these clips you ain't watching no movie though No I don't give a fuck who he run with or who he know I bet I leave them in the past give it to them like Rubio Aw shit he catching bullets like Julio I got green in my pants you just hating like Rufio For acting funny like Chris Rock I'll smoke them like pookie, hoe I got powers like a monster and I'm saucing I'm groovy, hoe And I've been rocking Bandannas since Weezy and Juve hoe Yeah my belt and shoes Louis my glasses is Gucci though When you hustling watch for rats man the shit can get spooky though You got to get it then get out I learned that from the movie Blow SQUAD!

I can't sleep I keep thinking about this What if, with everything that's going on The world really is coming to an end? Then what? What if it isn't a lie? (What if?) What if we make it to heaven and don't get inside? (What if?) What if we get to the gates, and see God on the other side And he looks us in our face and says our whole lives we've wasted time? What if we can't go back? (What if?) What if we can't redo this life and get one second chance? What if our future happiness is memories of our past (God) While we burn forever haunted by the devil's laughs? (Hahahaha) Why? Why do we push them away? (Why?) And why do the ones we work to keep never actually stay? (Why?) Why do we focus on tomorrow and forget about today (why?) And smile in everybody's face and try and act like we're okay? Why do we live this way? Why do we hate? Why do we fight? Why do act like there's time and got more than one life? Why? (Answer me) Why? Why? Why? Why? I'm older and looking for truth I'm holding my faith in my hand But the pain in this world has been shaking it loose I used to have so much to gain Now I have so much to lose They say I'm crazy for looking for answers I say they crazy for not giving proof Vision is blurred, I'm over concerned I'm looking at God to see if life with him is something I've earned The devil's been watching he's tryna recruit, he's been waiting at every turn I'm driving this life on the highway to hell but I won't burn! Fuck! We know the difference We know what is wrong and we know what is right But Satan is strong, God And most of your people are losing the fight (we try) So what if we fail? What if we can't escape his lies? (What if?) What if we can't change, what if he still controls our minds? Where do we run? Where do we go? Who do we talk to? We look around and everyone we see is lost too (fuck) What if life was just some test that we all do? (What if?) What if you were busy when we called you? What if hell's on earth? What if being born is dying, and dying's birth? Would that mean life's not God's gift but the devil's curse? And to live was to be evil 'cause it's words reversed? What if the devil entered a pastor and he led a church? What if we looked for the truth But didn't know where to search? (Where?) What if the books they said to read Have never been your words? (What if?) What if we chose to follow you but we still had that urge? Will you forgive us for our sins and let us in your world? God we at the gates (what if?) We couldn't see, hear, or touch you, but we had faith We know we messed up, we human and we make mistakes So we just begging we get in and that you'll have grace (please) God! What if we didn't mean it? What if the place we grew up forgot to teach it? What if we never even got the chance to go and seek it? Then what, then what? (Then what?) Dear Family We're in scary times Nobody has the answers Just make sure you spread love And believe My name is Dax

Walked out, goodbye I swore I never would cry Tore a page of my heart She wants me to be her friend I'm lonely again Tore a page of my heart Oh, tell me who wrote the book of love Was it somebody from above Surely he must know all the rules Knowledge not meant for mortal fools Must have been someone from above Tell me, who wrote the book of love In silence the lonely make all their mistakes Tore a page of my heart Someone in heaven above Shop me how to love Tore a page of my heart Oh, tell me who wrote the book of love Was it somebody from above Surely he must know all the rules Knowledge not meant for mortal fools Must have been someone from above Tell me, who wrote the book of love Oh, tell me who wrote the book of love Was it somebody from above Surely he must know all the rules Knowledge not meant for mortal fools Must have been someone from above Tell me, who wrote the book of love