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mc rimmer - san gabriel lyrics

[verse 1]
all the time, san gabriel, rhymes planned intracranial
the composition of the streets is pride and soul
my feet reside where’s there’s a goal
i write flowing fire, and fight, no perspire
a cup of yellow lemonade is my choice
and the rhymes sprayed pried from my voice
so you can visualize the picture
and not trivialize my scriptures
no joke, if i were c0ke i’d be straight from the source
and if you choke on fate, you’d be co-rs-
where i live is where my head rest
my bed is the nest, where i can shred my stress
and sleep with a dead caress, walnut my home town
where i can roam around, and i can let my dome drown
with my thoughts and the time
i’m pretty sure you got caught as you sought for my rhymes

[verse 2]
it’s like that, you know it’s like that
preying a fight they be saying where the mic at?
took time looking at girls and not approaching
i got caught in a love knot, they’re hot and poaching
i let people know with my style, juvenile
no no, don’t go mild, hip hop is my nile
too me awhile to find out that girls like me
fly clean and fresh, i gleam best, rocking pf’s and white tees
you know my ego brags about my swag without having to flow
spit, a speak a rhyme, i freak the grime
i was clean as a soap bubble, never hoped for trouble
now i spit dope doubles, and looking in a scope bigger than hubble
bars are far great, and shine like a star in day that’s arrived late
my hot rhymes, i’ve fought grime, my mouth shot slime
back a ten, i lacked at the pen, just sparking
now i’m making thick markings, and chicks barking
i wouldn’t dare tike speak, now it’s fair to say i’m a mic freak
making heads turn, jakes and feds got no concern
i used to like tom and jerry
now days i just make mom merry
i used to be a punk with who was less than a minor threat
her’s name’s life and now i find her fret
stroking brag, smoking zags, my showroom swag
making the perfume boom because they want sh-g
of rap i’m a trusted soldier
of lamping i’m just a stroller
microphone controller, your a pebble, i’m a known boulder
and every time a goon kicks a rhyme or tune
they seem brick and plume, and strewn
a bust, just cr-p raps and rhyming scr-ps
don’t touch that dial, san gabriel style is coming back

[verse 3]
ears have been murdered, no evidence
i go and flow with excellence, some are faking eminence
i’m breaking the circ-mference
they say reach for the sky, i say reach for the stars
rap speech teaches and goes far, i smell the victory cigars
victory is ours, time is tricking to stay young
rhymes l!cking out of my spraying tongue
i used to be bung, now i’m inducing my lungs
with the strong lyrics of rapping
now you long to hear it happening
you wanted to witness this song from day one
and it’d be wrong to fray away son
this rhyming technique make your priming look weak
i speak the truth and no bull
for the ruthlessness i go full
make it pull, create rhymes raw as the wool
to the valley, the southern cali

- mc rimmer lyrics

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