Dimes (Producer) - Piano Roll lyrics

(Chorus) Hol' up! This ain't ya typical hook Oh nooo and damn sho ain't ya typical flow Just a youngin from the South. No gold mouth But gold words til the whole Earth sold out And he got a prime time mind with ragtime soul You wanna take it to the hole? Let's go! Shawty, you can bump it out ya Nano yo But I'll just keep it comin out of my piano roll (Verse 1) One time, two times, three and to the fo' Nicky G's comin yeah I'm back fa mo' Latch the do'. We don't want no one escapin the blast Hand me the gas, watch a ba*tard blow Like Master P in '97 when he made em say uuhh I'm just tryna make em wake up Make em raise up with a new nation and new stations Erase all straight fakeness from the equation Minus Fendi socks. I'm tryna do for hip-hop What Black folk did for Lindy hop And that's wreck it. Throw on a record. Bet I'll spray it I'll AK it. In one second. Now check it It's the cliche slayer. The new-age mayor The leader of a legion with allegiance to the layers Young Scott Joplin Jr. of the future With my 88 keys tuned up (Chorus) (Verse 2) The second act is packed. With more curse than the first So if you thought it was bad, it gets worse. Much worse So bad, if ya favorite rapper ever tried to beat me Then you'd prolly neva see him again Another dead bum with head lumps. I serve em Red Rum On the mic, I flow nice and throw em breadcrumbs If they ever come for me, it'll be a short story like "Once upon a time, the end." (Check it out) I wield words with the sk** of a swordsman It's more than might. I'm like a samurai mixed with a knight I swing blades like "Sling Blade." A sickle in my soft palate. All of my competition's tossed salad And I'ma wild until a thousand islands bearin' my name And I can view em from an airplane But I'm feeling anxious cuz I'm up against so many trials Walk a mile in these mud-stained Chucks. Ya can't! (Chorus) (Verse 3) Act three, act three. I pound the black keys in anger I'm workin on a club banger. So I hit a crescendo And rattle windows til the whole town sense danger I'm exhausted. Just by lookin, you would think that I lost it I'm workin on a grand project. Notice how I'm focused On dopness til every quote of his a magnum opus And I'll be worth my weight in platinum tokens I forego form for free-form. No music sheet for him Like jazz man, it comes from the soul Like Louis on the horn or a Monk and Coltrane session I'll turn a Bic into the same weapon When the music is good, you get respect from the hood Middle cla**, and the rich. Yo mama a fan of this Young Black mastermind from the 9 Dime Soon to be cla**ified top five (Chorus)