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proof & chino xl - the beats, the rhymes lyrics

the [?]
ayo
n+gga i do sh+t you can’t do n+gga
just know what
ayo put me on blast from the top of this joint
i gotchu
yes, yes, yes yes y’all, yes yes, yes yes y’all
yes, yes, yes yes y’all, say it, yes yes y’all
it’s not my time (yes yes, yall, sing it yes yes y’all)
it’s not too late (sing it yes yes y’all, sing it yes yes y’all, yes yes y’all)
[?] (sing it yes yes y’all, yes yes y’all)
[verse 1: proof]
what does the mic and beat mean to me, it’s more than just greenery
it’s not what i dream to be, it’s savage with thievery
easily i was sucked in by these labels that f+cked me
over and over with again trying to hold on your publishing
it’s not what you think it is, imagine a stinking kid
fiendin’ for a dream and snap and a blink it is
before ya eyes you and all ya guys then
the toilet rise, oh sh+t, your wallet dies
you in love with this hip+hop, you don’t care when the sh+t stop
but then the sh+t stop and you overflow when you get dropped
it’s back to the street again, search for the beat again
find the love again, a piece of paper i need a pen
this is the essence man for me and my blessed friends
although we on separate ends, proof got his second wind
but hate what i become fill the venom in my tongue
but i could find myself by the rhythm of the drum

[hook: proof & chino xl]
it’s the beats (the beats), the rhymes (the rhymes)
the mic (the mic) the shine (the shine)
it’s yours (it’s yours) it’s mine (it’s mine)
this our time y’all n+ggas get back in line
it’s the beats (the beats), the rhymes (the rhymes)
the mic (the mic) the shine (the shine)
it’s yours (it’s yours) it’s mine (it’s mine)
it’s our time y’all n+ggas get back in line
[verse 2: chino xl]
is it okay if the neptunes didn’t produce me? (yes)
is it okay if i poor my heart out over loose+leaf? (yes)
is it okay wack rappers die and i don’t lose sleep?
excuse me but hip hop these days it don’t enthuse me
i been framed like mona lisa, crucified like easter
my dreams i still leave none dead like mother theresa
trekked to be a star show no emotion like data
the business is g+y and it’s homeless, got not close to come outta
matter of fact it takes a real n+gga like proof to understand me
i can’t dress crazy like outkast to win the grammy
even ya’ family tries to play you till you get all rich
the whole world is underhanded like a softball pitch
a while back to define rap was ill verses on albums
i spit it harder than hitchhiking with no thumbs
they’re making hip+hop a joke when there’s nothing to smile at
i stay stoned like naked white women hoein’ in iraq
would you rather be a revered reverend, thug angel in heaven or
famous in h+ll then [in?] yourself like david chapelle to sell
lower your inner self for wealth from too stealth
i refuse to blow on verses that smell like [pricewell?]
“yo yo dawg n+ggas is wack but that money put some kid through college”
f+ck ’em i spit is vomit, they hit his garbage, so many follow what they really shallow
would not allow my daughters to even watch the channel
unless alicia keyes or tina marie is rockin’ the piano
this ain’t chingy n+gga, this is chino
this flow right herr’ be wetter than finding nemo
fame ain’t what i thought it be like
it’s like midnight in the desert full of rattlesnakes, waiting for one to strike
[hook: proof & chino xl]
it’s the beats (the beats), the rhymes (the rhymes)
the mic (the mic) the shine (the shine)
it’s yours (it’s yours) it’s mine (it’s mine)
this our time y’all n+ggas get back in line
it’s the beats (the beats), the rhymes (the rhymes)
the mic (the mic) the shine (the shine)
it’s yours (it’s yours) it’s mine (it’s mine)
it’s our time y’all n+ggas get back in line

[melanie rutherford & j+hill]
i saw goods back and wonder (some h+ll)
how i got over (y’all be looking back, we getting over though)

- proof chino xl lyrics

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