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ticrane - rhymes connect lyrics

// hook //

and now i’m coming back to back i say congrats on my run
diplomatic, want no static, if you do then i’m on hun
gods hand you feel the wrath, set on twist, but i’m a wrung
wringing necks i mean lyrical you next up after one

// verse 1 //
now i’ont really freestyle, i’m burning degree
sweaty pits i’m on yo tail ain’t no donkey in me
check my hoof and then my woof baby stallion in me
but mo’ then words check yo nerve baby there i will be

i’m at yo neck i’m too rough i gotta take that penalty
yo memory, playback, memorex that energy
now stamp that, delivery, knock knock, synergy
remember me? playing through yo head like a symphony

epiphany
battling my self but i’m tired, through the wire
thought it be mo’ green other side, can’t decide
but baby wanna know, if we low, will you ride?
i don’t wanna wreck for a surprise

let us rise
ain’t spitting toe tags, giving my life
barry white, deeper than rap, cold as dirt when i write
am i right? don’t need opinion i just thought that i’d be nice
brother wright we taking off and the pen gas the flight

// hook //

how many times i gotta cook before i feel it’s well done
but i’m comparing to myself that mean i’ve already won
just had a meeting with the source i still feel like the one
another season on this road i thought the light would weigh a ton
but now i’m coming back to back i say congrats on my run
diplomatic, want no static, if you do then i’m on hun
gods hand you feel the wrath, set on twist, but i’m a wrung
wringing necks i mean lyrical you next up after one

// verse 2//

still i’m drawing life, do well, my rhymes do tell
blood fill the well so well we gotta prevail
no looking back, no snail, no onion, now hold we+bell
rebel, ring the alarm against the swell

swell of hot enemies, speaking on a memory
we smoke those, live and live, now hold the low+blow
no toto, just a cool cat, you hit ya heels twice
this life, still here tho, feel the ripple

so here’s a riddle
how my tone have me travel through time?
bust back, forty, two flat so ahead of my prime
1.5 just to burn still my record a crime
race against myself looking back, so divine

win some you lose some, the lesson still learned
didn’t wanna get here on my own but the tables done turned
let us yield for that i yearned but it wasn’t my turn
stayed solid while it’s nothing then its something you earned

// hook //

- ticrane lyrics

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