Lyrics My Life. - MidKnyte
Yes,
I
Know,
I
Need
More
Practice,
I
Need
More
Talent,
For
These
Lines
And
Rhymes,
I
Need
To
Take
My
Time.
Kadens,
Schemes,
Practice
Makes
Perfect,
Work
Like
A
9-5
(9-5)
.
I
Swear
I'll
Get
Better,
Just
Give
Me
Some
Time,
I
Bet
You
Wanna
Hear
My
Mixtapes
And
My
Lines.
No
More
Miss-Takes,
I
Bet
You,
You
Wanna
Hear
About
My
Life
(Ladies
And
Gentleman,
A
Record
Of
Literally
No
Viewers
And
Barely
Any
Fans
And
All
Hate,
I
Introduce
You
To,
The
One,
And
Only,
Midknyte!)
(Mkm
Gang!)
Fine
Dine,
Hindsight,
It's
Rhyme
Time,
Instead
Of
Saying
"Fuck
It"
I
Say
"Fack
It",
In
The
Bucket,
Mop
It
With
A
Jacket,
I
Pull
The
Nine,
Cock
It
Back,
It
Clicks,
I
Cack
And
Clack,
When
It
Claps
Back
I
Attack
It,
Blood
Like
Wine,
And
Bread
In
The
Basket.
Sunshine,
Shines,
When
Im
Blind,
It
Turns
And
Burns
My
Retinas,
So
I
Closed
The
Blinds,
Im
Taxing
Fines,
For
A
G.O.A.T,
You
See
The
Signs.
Everytime
Yall
Rap,
It
Should
Be
A
Crime.
I
Got
A
Million
Dares
From
Yall,
If
I
Had
A
Dime
For
Everytime
Someone
Hated
On
Me,
I
Would
Be
A
Billionaire,
I
Eat
Y'all
Up,
Season
Y'all
With
Chimes,
For
My
Girl,
I
Got
A
Trillion
Stares,
But
I
Work
My
Ass
Off,
Walk
Up
A
Quadrillion
Stairs
For
Her.
So
It
Shows
I
Really
Care,
She
Can
Barely
Bare
My
Horse
Cock
Like
A
Hairy
Mare.
(Get
It?)
With
The
Knife
I
Hash,
I
Bash,
And
I
Slash,
We
Clash,
Hit
A
Dash,
Faster
Than
Flash,
A
Master
Of
Rapping,
When
I
Go
Faster
And
Fasting,
My
Brains
Wrapping
Around
The
Skill
Of
Mapping
Of
Words,
When
They
Yearned
And
Earned
For
Hurt
In
A
Thirst
Of
Blood,
(Actions
Speak
Louder
Than
Words!)
Well
Guess
That's
Irony,
In
My
Situation,
"Fire
Me!"
Says
The
Proclamation
Of
Validation,
Amazing,
"Hire
Me!"
Says
The
Comic,
Orgasmic
Sensation
Of
Temptation,
Waiting
For
You
To
Get
Sedated,
Of
My
Suction
Of
Seduction,
With
These
Kadens,
Your
Again
(A
Gain),
Weighting
(Ha),
Resentment,
Your
Resisting?
Get
To
Tazing,
Coming
For
Your
Brain
Like
An
Alien
Invasion
Done,
Sun
Glazing,
Guns
Blazing,
Some
Fading,
Rum
Tasting,
One
Sedating,
One
Lady,
Off
Another
One
Gaming,
While
There
Playing
2k,
While
Hes
Gating
The
Court,
Raping
His
Shorts,
The
Balls
In
My
Hoop
And
Court,
Grenading
His
Scorch
Of
Torch
Of
Light,
Win
The
Fight,
Lose
Her
And
You
Will
Be
A
Loser,
For
The
Rest
Of
Your
Life
Yes,
I
Know,
I
Need
More
Practice,
I
Need
More
Talent,
For
These
Lines
And
Rhymes,
I
Need
To
Take
My
Time.
Kadens,
Schemes,
Practice
Makes
Perfect,
Work
Like
A
9-5
(9-5)
.
I
Swear
I'll
Get
Better,
Just
Give
Me
Some
Time,
I
Bet
You
Wanna
Hear
My
Mixtapes
And
My
Lines.
No
More
Miss-Takes,
I
Bet
You,
You
Wanna
Hear
About
My
Life
Look,
I
Can
Do
All
The
Things
That
You
Want
Me
Too,
But
I
Dont
Need
Too,
Prove
That
I
Am
Good,
With
Songs,
But
I
Need
You,
And
I
Also
Need
Myself,
To
Get
A
Little
Bit
Of
Help,
Would
Both
Help.
But,
You
Can,
Settle
Down
The
Bat
Signal
Because
I
Need
Too,
Find
Myself,
Without
Your
Help.
As
I
Hide
My
Health,
Beside
Myself
(You
Need
To
Cope)
But
I
Need
Hope?
(Not
Gonna
Give
You
Any,
Nope)
But
I
Need
(No!)
I
Just
Feel
Like
I'm
On
This
Slippery
Slope
Of
Trope,
Like
Soap,
And
I'm
A
Prisoner
In
My
Own
World,
Closed,
Behind
The
Doors,
But
I
Don't
Give
Shit
Anymore,
Too
Even
Drown
Out
The
Noise,
I'ma
Break
Out
This
Rut
For
Free,
(Sneak
Out
For
What?)
For
The
Father
To
Be
Pleased,
I
Want
Any
And
Everyone
To
Follow
Me,
You
Can
Change
With
Me
Like
A
Dollar,
Just
Take
A
Second
Please
First
You
Publish
A
Song
You
Think
It
Good
Second
You
Get
The
Criticism
Like
You
Should
Third
You
Get
The
Insured
Earn
Of
Respect
Fourth,
You
Get
The
Urn
Of
Death,
They
Dissect
Every
Word
You
Got
Left
Fifth
Now
You
Get
Hit
With
The
Biggest
Shit
Of
Your
Lifetime,
Everyone
Shitting
On
You,
At
The
Right
Time
Sixth
Now
You
Got
The
Bricks
From
Lick
That
You
Hit,
You
Got
The
Blicks
And
Sticks
And
Now
You're
Hardcore
Seventh
Now
You've
Been
Set
Down
On
Going
To
Heaven,
You
Think
That's
A
Metaphor?
Eight,
Now
You
Get
The
Hate,
You've
Been
Waiting
For
Nine,
You
Get
The
Nine,
And
Chop
Em'
Up
On
The
Floor
Like
A
Dinosaur
Ten,
Now
Your
Story
Has
Just
Beginned,
No
This
Isn't
The
End,
You
Committed
Sins,
Now,
Time
To
Pick
Up
The
Pen,
You've
Been
Fighting
For!
You
Think
I'm
Lying?
Do
You
Think
I'm
Saying
This
Shit
Because
I'm
Rhyming?
No,
On
This
Timing,
Im
Speaking
The
Truth,
Freaking,
And
Creeping,
While
The
Wood
Is
Seeping
And
Creaking,
On
The
Corner,
I
Be
Peaking,
Sneaking
Around
While
I'm
Heaping,
And
Your
Sleeping,
Alarm
Clock
Is
Beeping,
Now
That
Makes
No
Sense
At
All,
Does
It?
It
Was
Just
A
Point
To
Prove,
I'm
Not-
Like
Honestly,
I
Know
I'm
Aware
Of
What
I
Write,
I'm
Not
Sped,
Or
Special
Ed,
I
Still
Steal,
Hold
Still
Or
You'll
Be
Lyrically
Dead
From
The
Steel
And
The
Led,
On
My
Final
Breath
On
My
Deathbed,
I'll
Still
Hold
On
To
What
I
Said

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