Lyrics I Write - CarlosRossiMC , Gabino Grhymes

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Hey yo, the pen hit the pad after I hit me a dab
Always up in the lab, homie just add up the math
I'm made to rock the mic every day of my life
Believe the Assassins Creed, that's the reason I write
Hey yo, the pen hit the pad after I hit me a dab
Always up in the lab, homie just add up the math
I'm made to rock the mic every day of my life
Believe the Assassins Creed, that's the reason I write, right

My pen is the whip ridin' between the white lines
Like a pistol grip bustin' from the top of my mind
Top of the line rhymes show you how it defined
Like an architect, I'm a show you how it designed
Time to rewind, like back in the day
Wit a high top fade, kick it like Kid 'n Play
From jump when Kris Kross was missin' the bus
I decided to bust, and I never had enough
Cuz I wanted the bars Hammer couldn't even touch
Every line is a rush, callin' every busters bluff
Puff and pass left, like a cypher with a live mic
I'm livin' my life right when givin' the mic life
Take 'em on trip like an addict gettin' a hit
I make the poor feel rich, gettin' a twitch
Like a rap fiend feelin' the funk, cuz when we unite
Like fire ignite and light up the night with lines that I write

The pen hit the pad after I hit me a dab
Always up in the lab, homie just add up the math
I'm made to rock the mic every day of my life
Believe the Assassins Creed, that's the reason I write
Hey yo, the pen hit the pad after I hit me a dab
Always up in the lab, homie just add up the math
I'm made to rock the mic every day of my life
Believe the Assassins Creed, that's the reason I write, right

Ugh, yo, I spit 'till I'm smurf, in the stu wit a verse
Every bar that I write, can be turned into merch
Scar on the mic, Mufasa when I work
Move faster modafucka, I see the game in reverse
Nineteen, when I started writing 16's
Yeah, lean wit it, rock wit it, partyin' themes
Hardy boy at heart, I searched for new schemes
Hardly called it art, embarked a new dream
Little Rock-y start, The Ark was full steam
Be-ing Common for me was not seen
Free-ing myself was stealth, but Nate C
Was writing to breathe, and be the next thing
A feen for the verse and hook is supreme
I write to heal hurt, go berzerk on your team
Whether battlin' or story tellin'
I'm hear to tell ya, at least for me, Hip-Hop is still king

Hey yo, the pen hit the pad after I hit me a dab
Always up in the lab, homie just add up the math
I'm made to rock the mic every day of my life
Believe the Assassins Creed, that's the reason I write
Hey yo, the pen hit the pad after I hit me a dab
Always up in the lab, homie just add up the math
I'm made to rock the mic every day of my life
Believe the Assassins Creed, that's the reason I write, right

Fast forward a few years, the era was G funk
So deadly to black peers, like parties with Ed Buck
Situation critical, you needin' to look it up
Before I got political, I tried to get they hands up
To deal with the ridicule, my depression was so rough
Bone gave me mental fuel, it seemed to be so tough
I took me a slow puff, inhale, exhale
Cuz it's a must, that my mission never fail
Spent years that I went dark, didn't feel that I had it
But homie gave me the spark, he go by The Mad Fanatic
Salute the Broncos wit music, any way you choosin' to do it
Whatever influence, just get 'em hype and get to it
Pushin' them bars to the ceilin', believin', and no longer dreamin'
Cuz I'm livin' the meanin', goal in sight that I'm seein'
Seekin' and reachin' human bein's, I'm teachin' and keepin'
Joyous for every day I'm breathin', that's the reason I'm needin' to write

The pen hit the pad after I hit me a dab
Always up in the lab, homie just add up the math
I'm made to rock the mic every day of my life
Believe the Assassins Creed, that's the reason I write
Hey yo, the pen hit the pad after I hit me a dab
Always up in the lab, homie just add up the math
I'm made to rock the mic every day of my life
Believe the Assassins Creed, that's the reason I write, right

Ugh, yo, ugh, yeah, c'mon