The Rapper H - Full Clip lyrics

[Intro:] Big L, Rest In Peace Loading it up, we got a Full Clip, yo [Verses: The Rapper: H] H be k**in'… that new school prodigy Starry eyed wonder kid, living my astronomy Potent, puffing, pa**ing bet you wish that you could smell this I'm Rondo on the court, dish rocks, as you sell ticks Ba** beat critical, scrap it out, start anew Move it to the left and right, working on that wiggle room Free Verse wordplay, beat funk poetry Vocally, I'm told to be, fresher than your potpourri Sharon of a past life, Ithaca a chilly breeze H is just a monkey man, hanging high up in the trees Prophesize like Sophocles, an Aristotle mockery Stop, drop, and roll there ain't nobody hot as me Artful marijuana, working on my pottery f**, I'll make a millie like the third track on Carter 3 Running from the truth shout outs to my honesty Get up and get down, moving so hydraulically Running-the-world, quicker-than-you, laying-the-law, writing-the-rules H does it likes it nothing, because this sh** is nothing new Raps go straight, subconscious to my mental Cla** is now in session, better hope you brought a pencil Lyrically I debate, over which one I should take Is it sour, or the cali, either way its gonna bake Orator of the rhymes, and I'm gonna let my words speak High Caliber, those holes on your shirt leak I speak with clarity, rap is my therapy Haters will remember me, my words will leave a legacy I'm electric, power to your city Power comes in numbers so you know you're coming with me East to west its going south, better not to run your mouth Been around these Boston streets, just be sure to shout me out Shut em down, turn it off, you're all like bu*ter, goin soft The rapper named H is the only one who's showing off I will never rest until my rhymes are taken care of And when my girls around me she's the one I'm takin care of Love her till the day I die, chances pa**, don't let them by I'm Adam, and she is the apple of my eye You can't see it, but my rhymes are audible poetry Locomotive in motion, that's never moving slow to me Spreading out my product, I could swear that its not bu*ter A little nugget of gold in every lyric I splutter Your're left in my hind sight, missin all my lime light Hair cut, nice suit, getting laid like prom night Better keep up, I'm pumpin with adrenaline Lack of appetite suppressed, pump him with ephedrine 20 years young and I haven't done sh** yet A lot of hours and some bowls that I regret Wasting all my time, music is what I find Got a day to get away, I'm gone but you're left behind Coldplays, winter nights, Counting Crows and sheep at night Literate, sure as sh**, I can even read and write Lyrically explaining, the rest is not a contest North, south, east, west spittin words out of my chest Rising in the sky like the rays of a new sun Lyrics are the light within, feeling it inside my lungs You could never stop me from the grind I've been directed on Steven Spielberg the cut, cause my dick is extra long Gunna drop another song, maybe when I write it first I write a lot of lines at night, but freestyle unrehearsed f** I need some oxygen, words will never let it in Dieing on my own track, counting every breath within Harborside the flag I fly, f** it dude I'm getting high I think better when I'm lit, and that is not a lie Ask about anyone, H is a swell guy G4 to G5 to G6 I'm hella high Welcome to the cul-de-sac, there is where I'm speaking Tired of the bull-sh**, f** it if its pretend I do it cause I need to do it, that's the only reason Never waste another week waiting for the weekend