The Rapper H - Rising Son lyrics

[Intro: Allen Iverson "practice" speech] [The Rapper: H] I came to spit bars, on the rise prevalence Lyrics with meaning, other rappers are irrelevant Pushing weight like they were elephants f** it, I'm done waiting, prime time for my entrance I'm at a gig now, in front of a live crowd They f**in' dig my energy, they wanna place to put the crown Call me H dude, the rapper who ain't fake dude I'm about the lyrics, written rhymes always dude Lost in the turning sea, but then I found the Prodigy Can't believe, its hard to breath, I think he made a star of me H has that sicker flow, puffing on some indigo Wanna-get-high, ready-to-fly, ready-or-not, it's my time I'm up in Ithaca, party like barmitvakah Friday means a sh**ty scene, this girly here is looking mean She think she livestrong, not bad with a band on Harborside, the flag I fly, beats that bang from Boston H has the humor too, but I'm not a circus clown Smoking Randy's moss and I ain't ever gonna touchdown The beat is all I need to make your cipher incomplete Competitive etcetera to take a challenge to compete I'm reppin' Ithaca, but man I came from Sharon too Ride around on weekends puffin blunts like it's nothing new Roll about a hundred joints, f** the number not the point Expecting the wackness sorry if I disappoint I ain't no Josh Peck, yup I'm bout to bat next Bout' to hit a grand slam, swaggin' in a crew neck Not your average rapper here, knowing this is my year Soph*more downloads, the beat in every students ear Supress the urge to hate, love will always levitate H stands for Home, and my home is center stage Nightmares, a wet dream to a narcissist The rise of fallen kings replicating on this continent I try to say my peace, but they're not having it An artful dodger, move from amateur to mastery And Maturity, a notion that's absurd to me Confuse you with my sweetness, send you into obscurity The Lap of luxury, bong hit epiphany Critics call me coke, that's why all these critics sniffing me Boston has the heart to beat, city in my arteries H has got the flow to beat, if I'm talking honestly And my apologies, to all the haters probably I like to k** a f**ing show, homicide is part of me Feeling I cannot contain, praying to a temples vein Colder in the winter wind, warmer in the summer rain Out of this world, I'm galactic Fresh air, but you, you're just asthmatic We're talking practice, man, we're talking practice I live for the game, and I die for the practice She can play her part, not bad for an actress Bic to light a bowl, just playing with some matches The gift of gifted gab, many rappers always had Wale spits its nastily, Wayne can always murk a beat Wiz can blaze alotta trees, J can put it to the Z Biggie and 2Pac, May they always rest in peace I thank you thoroughly, the energy has smothered me Rap is like a fellowship, and man I'm feeling brotherly Working till I'm breaking, decisions that I am making And if a line ain't sick as swine, I think it needs rephrasing This amazing haze I'm blazing, has put me into a different lane In between G and I, b**h you won't forget the name: H