LYRIC FOR SALE

By Q-Heffna/2Deep

I'm not sayin I'm the greatest/but the dead will know why
I'm gonna be the standard of measure that the people go by
Half the time I'm inspired/and the other half/ I don't try
So when I say this shit is real/you should know I won't lie
My CD is HOT/better than some steak and home fries
hotter than/slugs to the dome/when the chrome flies
My fxxxin whole life/I've been waiting for my name/where the throne lies
Set in stone pride/know that everything that grows/ dies
So don't be surprised/when you catch your death of cold/ from these froze rhymes
I used to go spy/and hide in the bushes/ for a doe prize
Cutting fences in the snow/ with like/ 3 or 4 guys
I never wanted much/but now/ I'm working towards the whole pie
Now I'm hopin that my music/is the music/that folks buy
Dudes is so sly/careful/ I got my knife/really close by
Move too suddenly/and it might/ end up in your throat pipe
Man I blow mics/ out the frame/easily/ because my flow's tight
So if you thinkin that this shit is that fire?/then you sho' right
Cell phone's takin flicks/of the kid/in and out of show lights
When I leave/I want it locked/like I worked/ for the po-li
Yo, where's my moolah?/last time I seen you/you was actin too fly
Run me my money/before you get stuck/like when the glue dries
Me?/Dude I'm too nice/thought it was a game/un-til they- drew -nines
Detectives suspected our involvement/but they couldn't prove mine
Now THIS is the level I'm expecting/cuz my lyrics are hard like moonshine