Текст песни Mathematik - Rhyme Training
Mathematik - Rhyme Training слова песни
[Verse 1]On a pursuit of a life like a story book sagaMath the author, exec. producer and sponsorWho expect fools to conquerAnd all because I want the mic, I`m lost in mindConstant rhymes that taunt my kindSo far fate I resignI design sublime in an ?izzinine?I take you on a transport, deep inside a man sportHonkey keeps the fans caughtYo I command thoughts, strap you like a JansportPack the math with rapVerbal attack, reality factsCause if your strategy slack, look into math, yo that would be phatYo I intercept when you attempt to temptAnd percept the percent of words sentKeeping the herbs bentBut herb at meAnd worse let me just project on my cassetteRep on my twin tecksA true vet. who bets d.l. mics trainingHe likes training, keeping the elements relevantMaintaining, yo I`m stating when my game is hereI`m reaching out to hear my name in your ear[Chorus]Throughout the span of my life I amCommitted to rhyme training, yo I`m rhyme trainingThroughout the span of my life my manWont take my song thoroughly and understand[Verse 2]Every area of Rex, relative evidenceLiving in present tense seemingly representsMy rhyme, my dance and my tables, willing ableAs I climb enhance, never chance mentally stableFables are told, as long as that shit soldYou behold math bold for the fake to foldContinually conceptualize, cause I bet you and IUntil we die, have to define perpetual liesAbout my culture and how we keep the structureYou get cut off in the narc if you`re soft brotherFrom a sound foundation, that surrounds sound stationBefrowned brown nation, Caucasian Asian conversationIts all a part of breaking, confinements, timelessYou find this rhyme twistA remix we fixed so the prefix sitsOn some born true hip hop shitMalvern hill top cliqueLike a glock "Click Click", I`m fully loadedExploding lyrics so hear it[Chorus][Scratching over Math speaking](Rhyme training, I`m a invent)[Verse 3]This song soldier I told ya, I hold ya with musical exposureSimilar to sun at nightSit and write all the copycat raps that biteSit and write sloppy tracks, stop ya act, come with factsI`m relaxed, keeping balanceYo the only balance, retaliation to challengeAnd my allowance, defining spirits to flourishKeeping heads nourished, we defeat worthlessYo my purpose to surface the earthless productionRhyme training conjunction, Math coming with something bumpingIll tell you one thing umpteen timesI learnt from writing rhymes between lines, time and spaceI`m a penetrate verbal debates that never hesitateTo infiltrate instrumental place that relateThroughout the span of my life my manWont take my song thoroughly and understandYo, ha ha