Some new music. Produced by my homey Sundown of Actual Proof. Be sure to pick up their new project “Still Hotter Than July” which is set to drop 7.26.11. Lyrics down below for all the hip hop heads
Iron Mic by Add-2
Fuck practice, know I’m still rhyme out of this atlas
map this, only nigga still rocking like Lenny Kravitz
or Slash, im on fire like tips of lit matches
cats with broke minds lack sense, pay attention like you owe it
throwing change like I made a wish with it
my mind got a cold so they say I’m sick witted (sick wit it)
been at it since Mike Tyson was hitting on Robin Givens
so niggas lost one like Riddick, Bowe
I’m writing as if my life is depending on what im penning
bright idea dimming, causing a pandemic
smacking em open handed infact I’m pouring the powder they
eyes blacker than Howard homecoming in a power outage
my drive got me getting hella mileage
that kid smart no doogie howser, steal your princess like im king bowser
reign over rappers like a spring shower
my hands still counting digits like counting hours
making paper like trees til I drop like fall leaves
the only guy you hear like Aaron Hall lead
Nigga please, who’s better than I
my level will sever your pride, Im where the devil resides
I’m hell hot, made hell stop, satan was shell shocked
bringing, my baggage to every flow like a bellhop
got problems, prayed they gimme a break like Nell Carter
Told God and he told me shut the fuck up and work harder
my name is ringing bells, ding dong ditch at deaths doors
no..wife, life is a bitch mixed with a thick whore
she’s fucking everybody what the fuck you think I met her for?
What a metaphor, bottom line like an underscore
your shit garbage, straight non-sense, just stop it
only collab we doing is your dollars and my wallet
staying in my pocket like a quarterback
could of swore your whore was a linebacker how she go to sack
yea the rap bully back, better steer clear
punks hearts pump fear when they hear that I’m near…
I keep my eyes open, scoping the scene,
zoning, blowing some steam
strolling the street like steam rollers,
rolling to Prem, more dope than a fiend
who rolling some preamo, know I’m supreme til I’m known as the King
swimming with sharks this shrimp should’ve been sea food
where the G’s pushing more keys than geeks do
even on a good night they might put you to sleep dude
goodbye’s how they greet you…bye bye
its a cold cold world on the southside
you got heart til you see your insides on the outside
