Lyrics Vibe 2.0 (feat. K the Muss) - R.O.C.

Take forty-eight

My mind's a weapon, confide in rhymin' through my endeavors
Ignite depression, divide the desperate, your spine is severed
Redeem the foolish, leave a crowd in confusion
Grab the mic and keep it ruthless, my neighbors think I'm a nuisance
Give the game a brain contusion, main approach with the music's
Keep it dope so you'll approve it, my style's nineties influenced
Golden era so beware if you feel the flow in the air
Weed is potent with hair, don't notice cold when it blares
I keep it ill 'cuz I'm a lyricist, interview with the wickedest
Or could I say the infamous, Dr. Seuss with a bitter sense
Without a picture I paint it perfect, remain assertive
Daily perseverance, I'm spittin' lyrics in cursive
Determined to be murderous, journal calls, I immerse in it
Believe that I'm a work of this verbal gift, I'm a church of it
Discern the writtens, learn the vision, exert revealings
I'm burnin' on a Swisher, I'll die a converted sinner homie

'Cuz we vibin' to the rhythm, survivin' to the rhythm
Yo we vibin' to the rhythm, survivin' to the rhythm
Yo we vibin' to the rhythm, survivin' to the rhythm
Yo we vibin' to the rhythm, survivin' to the rhythm

Yeah
Meditatin' on the daily just to make sure that my mind right
Visions of temptation never cease to taint my eyesight
When I was young, I used to dream about the limelight
Hopin' I would shine bright, had to keep my rhymes tight
Rugged like a knife fight, golden era zeitgeist
All I smell is blood, if you come to close I might bite
Child of indigenism, hip hop is my grindin' rock
Leave rappers outlined in chalk
Funny, on the come up, don't nobody got your back then
Soon as you start buzzin', suddenly you got mad kin
Tryna get y'all clout up, even though y'all used to doubt us
Now we 209's finest, su familia know about us
The flow is nice, man I'm so precise
Sittin' in my bedroom, readin' *Soul On Ice*
I always strive to make sense, even when I'm gettin' dollars
'Cuz life is way to short for me to splurge at bettin' parlors
C'mon

I could place so many words in so many syllables
I can take it to the place where there's no other words you could put in that four bars

'Cuz we vibin' to the rhythm, survivin' to the rhythm
Yo we vibin' to the rhythm, survivin' to the rhythm
Yo we vibin' to the rhythm, survivin' to the rhythm
Yo we vibin' to the rhythm, survivin' to the rhythm