Wes Manchild - RFMintro lyrics

[Breathing] [Verse One] 'Bout time they admit that this city's mine Murder tracks take the rap, P.Diddy - Shyne Far from co*ky play it smoother than Jimmy Bond Double O life these dudes ain't got no nikes They checkless, wreckless, rhyme till I'm breathless Challenge em and blow ya candles out Thats your d**h wish Pancake, couple beats, emcees who think it's sweet Thats the check list when they ask "what's for breakfast?" Hate it or love it, but learn to respect it Either do a bid or do it big like a Texan Move methodical I swear that I could teach em lessons Them forty-eight laws internalized in my methods, check it! Philly's in the pocket, not it's time to switch it up See enough is not a feast dog, it's just enough I want it all though, i ain't selfish understand my family matters, even look out for Waldo They been searching for a sound like this "he from Philly how he sound like this?" Thats cause they sound like sh** Them pounds they grip and rounds they spit I'm cut from a different cloth the underground my flip, if i switched Chill still keep it iller than most Chopped it up with mad legends, swear the illest was Mos and I quote: "Moody, don't become a slave to this music, the deadliest weapon could be your brain if you used it ... properly" Man I swear them words got to me. Gems from the old heads it really means a lot to me See I'm trying build, so my prophecy's Monopoly What they spits a mockery it's not hip-hop to me Focused on the beef? well my binocs is on the broccoli Eyes on the green if you ain't see what I mean You see what I mean is what I say, say what they don't want to say Weak MC's get eaten up, invite em in, one a day Just some random lines from my book of rhymes So intricate how it came together it took some time Now your watch is missing. educated rapper that make your block listen clocks ticking like a botched mission The wire tripped this whole sh** is set to blow up The DJ show me love, i feel like nino when i show up, hold up Regain my breath, never waste a step, this game is rigged I'm placing bets with the replacement refs No destination met, so they feel he weak Man they don't know about them detours in these Philly streets Them cold nights on the bus-stops you have to stand Packed venues but them fans is half your fam Stuck in a traffic jam, feeling like half a man, living in my pops basement And every time I climb them stairs he stares and ask me if I have a plan So to see this come together he's a happy man Philly's mine time to make moms proud of me For years this city tried dodging me, like the gallery Like "chill can't spit" i wish i would have known first Before I put a dollar sign to what these words worth Words hurt, sticks and stones could break bones They wasn't f**ing with the kid now they all a bunch of perverts Motivate, cause I innovate Never reiterate, any of these lines that my pen a state Eyes on a Penn estate, Philly till the d**h of me Land of one way streets, just worrying bout what's left of me The recipe is to give them all that is left of me, a lyricist, nothing less than you'd expect of me Effortlessly, treat it like a layup The God told me "smell each rose on my way up" I'm on my way up. have my spot ready Let that ride out Joe [Music] [Breathing]