James Biko, Armani Abomb - Common Cents Lyrics

Yeah
Uh-huh

My shit's legit

My shit's legit and as a lyricist I'm hittin'
My shit's legit and as a lyricist I'm hittin'

My shit's legit
My shit's legit
My shit's legit and as a lyricist I'm hittin'

'Cause yo my shit's legit and as a lyricist I'm hittin'

I ain't in this game for a necklace, nor fame
His name got Xed from the guest list
Chains and the rings I'll give to my brethren
Slay the rap game ABomb that's a death wish
Bless with raw talent
Doubt any should mess with
If tried prize for trying contestants a med kit
Seconds away from fuckin' up the booth setting
Invading rap residence
From broke to heaven sent
Surpass competitors
Lightyears ahead of them
Destined to rule all indefinite
Cursing these wack rappers
I'm savior to the game
Now let us pray
For this funeral is God's fate
Sense fake in handshakes
Now please hand over what's rightfully ours
Or like this tape, seal your fate in less than an hour
Before I had 50 cent
I knew I had power
Back when I heated hot water to wash pretend its a shower
Then a beginning penman
Novice sniper on a mission
Carrying a lot of shit like a diaper on a infant
I knew that I was different
Insisted on sentences
Structured perfected
Patterned rhythmic
Intellect elicited from an intellectual indigenous to land stolen by white man's hands, Privilege, and ignorance
Diligent, talented, blessed with this gift,
Penciling swift, in effort to never give up what a lyricist is
A holy message delivered with this stint
Flow is conditioned in mint
Outta sight rhymes, close your eyes or be blind
Don't try to squint
Like my teeth made of flint
Tongue made of gasoline
My sixteens keep it lit
Hotter than brimstone or ya chick tryna forget home
Four shots later her forehead at my hip-bone
You afraid to admit you too hip when she get home
Now you see why me and monogamy don't get along
'Only joy from my D deep in they entrails
I see why my relationships dont E-N-D well
So M-O-B is how I prevail
Only time can tell
So they so say, I'm banking on beating the odds
More than being a GOAT since my talent a blessing from God
Biko and Abomb is like Magneto meeting Zad
Lyrics lit at a brighter lumen
My music meant for the stars

My nigga, I'm just saying
My shit's legit
Yo, nigga, I'm just saying
My shit's legit and as a lyricist I'm hittin'
The ruggedness, lyrical terrorist

That's why I'm, in the kitchen cooking noodles for dinner
But the grind on the rise because I'm destined to win it
I'm tryna put the family in villas
Hella acres to kick it
I just gotta turn my game around execute on my pivot
Distribute igloos in lyrics
The coldest shit people listen to
Listen two times
To fully take what I'm given you
The truth wrapped in Garcia Vega
Placed in the booth
Poof
Magic happens
I'm standing here as living proof
Minimal is the box that most rappers fit into
I light a square and space out on the beat
Keep that on the loop
The team like Bush in '02
We sending in the troops
Tryna to turn change for transfers
To keychains for coupes
That means working til we tired
Shit pass out
I'm spitting like I'm crazy with the rabies flow mad wild
The styles out now
They ain't new
Like clam chowder soup
Or niggas in the trap who stay trapped without a power move
Then fail or fall short of the bar like most niggas do
'Cause common sense is change
A dollar never amounting to
Nigga
Believe that

'Cause yo my shit's legit and as a lyricist I'm hittin'
My shit's legit and as a lyricist I'm hittin'
The ruggedness
The ruggedness, lyrical terrorist
My shit's legit
My shit's legit
My shit's legit and as a lyricist I'm hittin'