Artist: PRhyme f/ MF DOOM, Phonte Album: PRhyme Song: Highs and Lows * Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com * deluxe edition bonus track [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"] Hey there music world, you've been keepin them waitin These are my highs and lows You've been deprivin 'em of the real, been on a vacation No matter where we go If you ask me, all around the world I think they sleepin But we ain't sing you a lullaby I got no love in my heart for the other side B-b-bye bye bye [Royce Da 5'9"] The streets said I'm either supposed to be in jail or dead My uncle told me before he died to watch for these whores before I wake up in the bed in the morn' next to a horse head Prolly why I'm war-bred, prolly why my self-portrait should be a Porsche with bald tires and poor tread Symbolize my upward swim, uhh Nigga we ain't go to no NBA All we know's to sweep rappers up to K Lookin like I'm tryna rake, leaves on a windy day So leave me out of your kind of war, be hysterics When the last time you seen a carnivore eat a carrot? When's the last rhyme you heard that had you tryin to find your words? [MF DOOM] Such absurd verbs, do not disturb blurbs Slid to the curb, he's not the first herb, written on a mirror Blurred rap guys is buyin by like flies on a turd Premo and Royce surprise 'em, eye-to-eye 'em, they scurred Slur intended, demented, got some nerve Got no patience and a little perturbed, you heard? Guessin, with more questions, than answers Why they started rhymin? Should've just remained dancers It's better odds, than countin cards at the Luxor Carbon fiber, black mask, askin what the fuck tux for Deluxe war, to whom it may concern It's too late to burn, DOOM, you wait your turn [Chorus] [Royce Da 5'9"] I remember bein broke, playin Little Brother out my mother whip Now I got some shit look like the mothership Now my lil' brother got my other whip Havin to return it back to me is exactly what he think the meaning of struggle is People compliment my grind, they wonder how I stay this clean "Comin from Michigan you don't seem to age" That's cause I don't whine about the state of things Hatin on others'll get you old quick; so I just salute and let my flow switch Takin my shit to the highest of levels combinin everything that I have developed Since '99 my style just seems to get better and better and better (woo!) Hoppin out the custom Corvette, the same hustle ready for whatever (woo!) Not a mushroom portabella (woo) I'm a truth storyteller Uh, uh, right on [Chorus] [MF DOOM] Grab the microphone like he smack a rapper iPhone PRhyme time, time's up, dial tone, smile's on Show your teeth, known by the wild prone All getters, pile on, gone since child grown On the count, check, or catch a pound neck for clownin around for rec', no disrespect intended, said it, and meant it Before it's invented, get it, did it, spent it Keep the change, he needs that receipt, thanks MC's need franks regardless of street rank They feet stank, we never leave the beat blank [Phonte] Master P's/Masterpiece theatre, we the +No Limit+ think tank Love to hit the club with my nigga cause when we drink He think he a pimp but he cain't see that them three skanks look nothing like Selita Ebanks Wake up in the morning like, "Gee, thanks" Tigallo the polymath, Raleigh boy, rap game Rolly Forbes Never with the same sound, crazy like James Brown on Polydor Sniffin cocaine off of a bodyboard Quick to 86 your top five if he not in yours Why so serious? What y'all melancholy for? Against us you'll never score at all (nope) Never headline a tour at all Y'all Flintstone chewables fuckin with Toradols Now who you wanna call? (Hey!) Tigga~! [Chorus] [Outro: DJ Premier scratches] "I rap, I rap, I rap circles around 'em" "I, I rap, I, I, I rap, rap circles around 'em" "I rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap circles around 'em" "This the difference between y'all niggaz and real rap" "I rap, cir-cles around 'em" "PRhyme!"