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A-Reece

1000 Degreez

 

1000 Degreez

(album: Browniez - 2014)


Rappers ain't monkey flipping with this funky rhythm I be kicking
Musician, inflicting composition of pain
I'm like Nas in his prime, spitting that fire
Still on my grind like I be pushing that nine-to-five
Rap game's messiah, ska ba snax
I light up the city during the night
My niggas fly
Terminate everything in the sky to make space for me
[?] you conquer then devide
These niggas are two-faced, contrasting like black and white
Don't underestimate the abilities of my mind
Those pretty designs [?]
Here to remind them, my skill is never declining
Lyrics I write come from the spirit of Pac in my view
The gimmicks you bite come from the rappers that I chew
How ironic, I'm honest, I don't need iTunes
My views that into your brains and souls too

Tell me, do you want more?
One thousand degrees, homie
You don't want war
A-R-double E-C-E
The best to ever do it on the M-I-C
Yah, yah!

Tell me, do you want more?
One thousand degrees, homie
You don't want war
A-R-double E-C-E
The best to ever do it on the M-I-C
Yah, yah!

You can catch scating through your town
Putting it down, y'all relating
No way in, I'll make your [?] like satan
Feeling like Hov in ninety-six, minus the camo lips
With fresher kicks, doper rhyme schemes that he had never kicked
Choosing, pick a floor, and probably changing, maybe five or six
Times in a verse, beat macked, watch me bury it
Technic comes from the spirit of Biggie mixed with
Rakim's fundamentals and I [?] delivering
Eminem is listening, the new shit know you're dealing with
Lost angels, unannounced king with a missing crown
'Round the town with a sound no one familiar with
Underground with the [?] just a lil' bit
But then again, I'm feeling like A-Reece on that forever king
I'm God-given, spit writtens for lost children
And hard living, niggas in they room wishing

Tell me, do you want more?
One thousand degrees, homie
You don't want war
A-R-double E-C-E
The best to ever do it on the M-I-C
Yah, yah!

Tell me, do you want more?
One thousand degrees, homie
You don't want war
A-R-double E-C-E
The best to ever do it on the M-I-C
Yah, yah!

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