Clay Rhonic takin you back to real Hip Hop and truth
The names Clay Rhonic a.k.a. the riddla. Thats what most people know me as. I grew up in Brooklyn New York but just recently moved to Queens. Im Puerto Rican and got a thing for Dominican girls. Don't get me wrong I love my Boricua and Columbian chicas also.
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Verse 1
I never rest with my enemies on my back
And Now I can sleep cuz im under attack
To Jealous niggas, who stay hatin on my style
So I stay flagrant while I put the trigga to their mouth
And pull it back, and leave their wisdom with the streets
Kill with no reasons, when I blast the piece
I can’t believe these bitches, wishin death on me
So I gotta meet the reaper, and build my army
Ima heaven sent assassin, livin wit disastor
Inject the blastin, leave death with the pastor
Just check my ways, fuck bitches and get blazed
If a nigga step up, gotta put em in his place
I can’t take it, The racists continue da hatin
A Brooklyn native, its like I came off a slave ship
This picture I paint is, reminiscent of hatred
Relatin to atheist, who believe nothing is sacred
Chorus X2
C-L-A-Y…yah niggas know who yah wanna be
C-L-A-Y…None of yah niggas is as hard as me
Verse 2
They ask question, why does clay switch moods
Niggas understand I got many attitudes
Sayin I ain’t real I don’t rep the brook
Fuck that, yah niggas better respect the crook
Ima rude dude, known for his point of views
Better take cover when my guns point at you
Metophorical gangsta, puttin lives in danger
I got a lot of anger so I write it on paper
Im the new testament so respect the saint
I see through gods eyes and inject the pain
Im that conceited, so I had to rep my name
And always stay hard when I erect the slang
In the darkness, I’ll sit with your corpse
Load da gun up, and leave the clips with ya thoughts
I carry the cross, for da souls that were lost
That bush killed, when he sent his soldiers off
Chorus X2
Verse 3
D money, tell me where the fuck you came from
I never heard of money till the day I made some
I was born to reign, and sustain the pain
That came when pain remained the same
I take a look at my life, and cop’d with da death
All I knew was my flesh, but now im losin my breath
IM da voice a reason, the cure to most diseases
Pure like da water, off the spring in the season
Don’t be a victim, and listen to make believers
they don’t understand cuz they under achievers
Im the realest in fortelling destruction
Whether it occurs in, heaven hell or abduction
