Lyrics The Reminder - Leaf Dog , BVA , Kool Keith

THE REMINDER - LEAF DOG, BVA AND KOOL KEITH

Yeaaaah, YO, YO, YO
Its hard to restrain, when shit gets such eleriks?
States change like helouigenics, we're dead im just full of merits
Only role-playin if shes calling me denice, and talkin like shes from venice, i watch it like wimbledon
Cause the flow is kinda deep but simple think it might be stoned
I just hope it buts a spell on you like meanis and moan
You hear the speackers moan, and thats the rappers and apparatus
Wack producers classically trained to play maraccas, no majors to back us
Thought they'd wouldn't see us on the plane like B A barrakas?
Hip hop maintains through the veins, bless the whipper snappers
Some shit you catch and throw back because it swims backwards, looking more like dim actors
Im always high somtimes sober and if that makin sence to then i guess your just in a different coma
Spit promoter, but when they start to dribble man, its over, like they died from overdose and exposer

Rap aint nothin but wack rap now see when i bring the 600 Mercedes out and call wack rappers out
Just to lay this out
Leaf and BVA tell em we still own rap to this day
Im on MTV gettin interviewed by swade, the most rappers can do for me is carbernate
While i sit with your chick and sip chardonnay, child protective services, i watch jen make a her eat the cake like anime?
Rappers got auddiences they never see, i guess they wont fan away
The club was empty ask your MC lineup how long ya want me to wait
The boxes from my voice are startin to shake
Dont make me blunks boogie and harlem shake
Show ya team how they use shake and bake
I cant cook right now cause these chickens is fake, they flower based, im powerfull with that white face
Yall deodernt under my arms

Might set off the alarms.
Its the reminder son
Your never on my mental plane but always want to be awards
Stuck on duty free trying find a style you cant afford, choose your sword
The master of one will get rewards, makin souls look better like im woking at the morge, had to trumatic birth, born with a cord around his neck, so its only right ya gettin hang ups from what he said
As a kid i never rebeled? like the rappers for the wisdom but got stuck behind bars rick sampled made in prison? its a given
Ya jelous with that look on ya face, while ya story leaves nowhere line a nunso? case, so what a waste
Lyrically we bring you the reminder your still tryin bite the dog like delicacy in china?
Trying to out rhyme ya but the beefs made up, like a ice girl that never had the beef weighed up?
Were heavy weight, like the kid in the line you aint gettin impregnate the beat with words you can feed the kitten?...

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