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chris miles – off the chain lyrics

yeah, see you, huh!
ok, i stay fly, it’s like i’m on another planet
then they say that i’m a problem, but you lames are not the answer
i’m the man of all this mad stuff, trying to get my pack up,
east side, while i’m rapping here, i keep flows like samurais.
i head it up and i stay grounded, hundred step but i ain’t counting
hungry for success, and i ain’t stopping until i’
you lame -ss gets’
don’t try, that’s kamikaze!
they see me getting big and now my haters blue, that’ flow
you’re one and’me, i don’t really care what you think
got my clique by my side in here and boy, we gonna make that back!
don’t forget the modern dudes who say i suck cause of my age
i guess we’re on another bench, while would i care out what they say
i’m just trying to reach the top and they go crazy up on stage
i’mma do’ and make my haters believe, boy
all i do is grinding, man, i’m heading for the picking
mr. chrisl miles, i’m only messing with the beat!

hook:
we’re gonna get this paper, man
this stuff is not a game, oh
i’mma stay the same through the money and the fame
i got haters who don’t like me, but i do not give a d-mn
f y i shake ’em off, off the chain!
i’m off the chain, yeah
i’m off the chain, yeah
i’m off the chamber, saying you’re laying here
i’m off the chain, yeah
i’m off the chain, yeah
i’m off the chamber, saying you’re laying here

oh, stop, aim for the top!
tell your favorite rapper i’m taking the spot
a little more’ was just mixing the pop
now i’m here doing me and they’re hitting the line
patience is running out low, hater!
spin for low like a tour, dealer
so soul chamber, my soul chain,
because i never talk about a moment i
i’m born hard man, no pardon, we’re getting green like tarzan
keep it 300 hundred like’
i eat it big cause i’m starving
we be flyer than marvin or a more’than a starship
i bargain with the ill sound
that stuff that shake your cartilage.
we are sick like -rs-nic, build it up like’ text
i got nothing, but i’m more to get
so step aside and i’mm give ’em the best!
i’m gonna be living with them,
and i’mma be doing the rhythm to get them tripping
in the second they’re getting the windows i’mma leave it to death
because the more they get to talking, everybody say it goes
but how the kids is a mess.
i’mma rap the beat, can’t defeat and these records that they sent to me
and i’m a receipt for disaster
i wanna travel and i’mma show ’em who the master!
that’s a nasty with the flow
and i’m sagging with my bros
man, i’m off the freaking chain
and that’s all i’ll ever know, go!

- chris miles lyrics

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