You'll be the reason and I'll be the rhyme My inspiration like no one else You are the body that breathes this love So I promise it's all for you Another letter and
f**k that Tell that reporter to go pick up ten thousand from Dez and go take about like twenty G's from Gino Tell that muh'f**ker get this nigga next
is zero she needs to cut the wierdo Next show they gotta up the zeroes Nobody rocking like this 60 years old The hard johns and the walleys something
beefin with five-oh, couple cases on rotation And on top of that, Bust' Rhymes is now on probation? [Busta Rhymes] Yeah, and I thank Judge Stevens and
t Me) like Shaggy Denaun (da nine) did it Like a fag was snitchin' on D-12 producer Give you a buck 50 this evenin' This is my time of the month If you
the first time I got my heart broke by this girl I like My first time to Atlanta was my first time on a plane My first time on ecstacy I stood out in
no love for the other side, fuck them tricks Any repercussion, junior mafia spit clips All the time, big poppa kick the war rhymes Raw flows and that
And they don't even know where my heart at, heart at And I don't even know where to start at, start at [KRS-One] But this your conscience speakin No time
me and you know we got shit locked We gon' stop this here get this clear the general of the Roc in here Beanie Siegal hottest thing on the block this year
Chorus, Repeat 2X: My reason for rhyme Because I'm true to this rap My reason for rhyme Because I'm real with this rap My reason for rhyme It ain'
say a word until I'm through Now there's a time to laugh a time to cry A time to live and a time to die A time to break and a time to chill To act civilized
zero she needs to cut the weirdo Next show they gotta up the zeroes Nobody rocking like they're 60 years old The hard johns and the walleys something
' a lot and still earnin' a lot of money crazy Doin' my thing and securin' a will for all my babies Well it's clear in this new year you've been busy
't seek and fail I don't follow the path I'm creating my own to leave a trial No rhyme or reason Nor reason to rhyme No more food for thought Shit was
the crazy whip appeal And I'm all true man, like Alexander O'Neal Is this really love, then again, how would I know After all this time tryin' to be a
each other Talk and re-meet each other, save a place in Heaven Till the next time we meet forever Thank God for grantin' me this moment of clarity This
just to get the drum line You know it's my time reel up and rewind Get off that cheap wine swinging on my grapevine You heard a brother worthy and create rhymes
