H.I.P - H.O.P-Jazz Addixx

My rhyme style is liver than MacGyver or the x-files. _____ I maintain, remain the complex child I take aim at the same no game, lame brain cats are spoken by An It’s a shame, It’s just lame I’ll split your frame Cause like pain like flame scolding hot ____ lava rocks Who take moonshine sits paparazz the cops on the blocks, your orders stop. I gotta lock. Sideswipe like “nodaba” So the hot kids get cooled off when acid water drops, And that’s the slaughter Hops. I got more of a stock. Cut you in half like halter tops and expose ya to dis **** that sorta rock Get off my jock hop, stop c0ck blockin the flock When it’s time for boots to get knocked, I get around like parker, bump knuckles like fox. Stay fab like freddy fly. My clicks already live. We fly smooth and steady, no jobs, surviving it. The millennium is a muscle I trust an if you wont listen “up”, you watch my vocals get thrust It’s old school. Comes a new degree. H.I.P H.O.P H.I.P H.O.P H.I.P H.O.P It’s old school. Comes a new degree. H.I.P H.O.P H.I.P H.O.P H.I.P H.O.P My track disinfects da whack rap insects that lack intellect. You cats tried this in the vet but ya’ll missin’ a step. Those who slept are now in a permanent hibernation, to only be awaken by the quake of the earths melodic vibrations, sensations, felt for all persuasions, are amazing “My mind” of time’s racin‘. I rock the nation, with no complication and occupation _____ know of vocally, overthrownin oversea, those who supposedly hold the key. Fortunate to notice me, did ya beg me to stay like “Jodeci” I let the beat take a hold of me So lets control of me, totally hip hop, “emphatical” my “ribs” shop. Emphatically the “kids” stop. “So bad” your sh!t drops dramatically. Without any motor, tragically staticky. Ya’ll gradually become a casualty just for the salary Don’t be mad at me, You should be glad to see an MC. In reality I break it down like gravity to the T ___is a top caliber MC who got a lock like Attica, on point when I kick like automatica, dramatica It’s old school. Comes a new degree. H.I.P H.O.P H.I.P H.O.P H.I.P H.O.P It’s old school. Comes a new degree. H.I.P H.O.P H.I.P H.O.P H.I.P H.O.P See I perceive the freedom of the rhymes that define freedom. I shine the line to speak. You find, the blind leading the blind. “Seek and you find” you need technique, of three different kinds to reach the rhymes I speak in the “vine“. Best believe I leavin behind those as weak in the spine. If you see the signs we left in the lines then read between them next time You see I have neither the time or patience, for fake smiles and faces who’s style is tasteless I roll with a pile of aces and you all about whips and chains like a dominatrix __________ Old school like “constinasix.” Bring it back like British knights because of the type (with a "hic" of the mic) we spit it right, Plus I’m attackin ya, but its spectacular vernacular, a back scratch lil tactic that’ll make ya flip back like a spatula It’s old school. Comes a new degree. H.I.P H.O.P H.I.P H.O.P H.I.P H.O.P It’s old school. Comes a new degree. H.I.P H.O.P H.I.P H.O.P H.I.P H.O.P For all those who said the flavors tight.