Lyrics
Loving Life, left given everything is now profit//
Fiber Optics, you cant stop it, I'm a full bread chocolate//
Politics enterprize, embezzlement for a settlement//
Yes Mr. Sinacle, I am the rap pinacle//
I never sound identical, I hit you with my tentacle//
Yes the party was live, 1985 they called me Mr. Marty McFly//
Eye for and eye, happens to be thicker than pie//
Thicker than blood, I body slam a chick in the mud//
Ya dick in the crud, I got my frickin face in the sud//
Ready for war, people tell me ready for more//
Ready to store, open up and closing the door//
2 steps in 2 steps back, who sets traps//
Who says that, tell me who knows facts//
If you cant put this in your stereo, then its not for your cereal//
I'm not material, I'm not for burial//
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People know with a volume at a minimal//
It still become a miracle//
I'm the Rap Pinacle//
Yes the Pinacle, Im the Rap Pinacle//
Yes the Pinacle, Im the Rap Pinacle//
People know it but they dont have to like it//
Its still a miracle//
I'm the Rap Pinacle//
Yes the Pinacle, Im the Rap Pinacle//
Yes the Pinacle, Im the Rap Pinacle//
Hugs and Kisses, best wishes//
Doing dishes for these little Ms.//
Enemies want to leave me with some stitches//
But I guess they cant catch catch me cause Im too fast//
I'm ready to outlast, you know I will out blast//
Still out class, all my little enemies, trying to be a friend of me//
But there not offening me, now they pull a remedy//
What they Pretend to be, a little friendly//
More than they should really try//
Maybe they should try to die//
The only guy, who makes the last word seem sly//
Maybe it sounds like the sky, maybe we go eye for eye//
Or touch for touch, people know its such and such//
Or word absured, people know that Im still fly like a bird//
Act like Steve Urkel, get punched left with a circle//
The inside color was purple, Dont get it Twisted like a nurple//
People allready know that Im fine for now//
Time will tell, people know my rhyme will sell//
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Movements only come around gradualy//
Adam and Eve, people finding new tricks up my sleve//
It's not belive, still not smoking them trees//
Easy with breeze, people not giving me "B's"//
Giving me "A's", only got myself 2 more days//
Living a raise, thats right I trying to give in on a phase//
Giving a Fuck, my life style live in a truck//
Live in a muck, my basement and living room suck//
Movement is Idol, only come back taking my title//
Fighting my rival, then I go to move West like I was Fival//
Find a pot-o-gold, die at 30 years old//
Violently ill from a cold, then I grow bold in the mold//
Perhaps I come back, and relapse//
And everyone giving me claps and daps//
Then I buy a few road maps//
Join a track team, then I run 2 laps//
Take two 10 minute naps, and sit back and relax//
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