Artist: PRhyme f/ Common Album: PRhyme Song: Wishin' Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Royce Da 5'9"] I'm sendin my killers to the store for Patrón and danish My nigga, my nigga, I would go get it myself but I'm famous And I ain't never, changin, I'm never, done payin my dues, my mindframe is "I'm forever makin my payments" I walk by a so-called tough guy, watch him tuck his chain in No snatchin though, watch what you put my fuckin name in Kinda like an armless actor playin an action role I'm out on the West +coppin+ like Axel Fo-ley, ask the po-lice But at least I'm active though I bought my bitch an ass and wrote it off on my taxes, listed it as an independent backin like Macklemore Half of my clique is bastards The other half of my clique don't know half of the kids they have, it's savage, that's average though, like 30 K a year, spent on yeast In order to walk in the streets in my shoes you're gon' need Flintstone feet, and room for baggage And room in your Nikes so they can hypothetically tag your toe... Motherfuckers can't rhyme no more, 'bout rhyme no more, cause I'm so raw Will I win? Ain't an if, it's a when Kinda like askin "What time is karma gon' find Solar" I'm so tomorrow in hindsight If you an artist, death's near, the fans know What you draw falls on deaf ears like Van Gogh I chose, rap glory over the stratosphere No plaques, or trophies, I already have 'em here (Let's go Preem!) I'm just tryin to leave my mark but I've got the same backstory as a tatted tear The kind of frame I prefer to see the world through Don't ask me nothin 'bout Budden, I suppose I propose to all my girls too I'm in the Forbes in a pearl suit Bitches know the score like Sheryl Swoopes You know they say that you dyin if you ain't livin good I'm dumpin a hitman's salary worth of quarters down the world's largest wishin well, wishin a nigga would (Wishin a nigga would) [Interlude] "Ladies and gentlemen" "I think my record speaks for itself" [Common] Arrival of survival, idle movement and chatter We were steppin in the Chi', before we knew the ladder Climb up 'til your time's up, a daily reminder My +Daily Operation+ is to spark the population Salutation to the nation of the Nubians and hooligans that knew me when, we was boxin niggaz up in Julian The bond that I have, with the Quran and the math Supreme talk, I'm walkin a king's walk Watch it vibrate, while I take the wings off Straight out of Chi-Town where they get that lean off Fiends cough for serum, hitters rally rally like it's Durham You in Illinois, we don't know what can cure 'em I'm sicker than most of them, from the 'Go so the flow don't end Come get it +Bay+ like you from Oakland I'm in the building and, this my grand openin, I'm posterin Them niggaz that were supposed to been, doper than more pussy than Fallopian [Interlude] "These are the sounds of days that are passed" [Royce Da 5'9"] Kick in the door wavin the 4-4 K's in the floorboards, stays in the Waldorf I will board a jet cheap, fly the way you for sure to get deep to show your crew my +Immortal Technique+ I'll elaborate - sixteen pistols and extendos hidden inside of three or four twelve hundred crates (c'mon!) If we at war, I'll exaggerate Sweep up the streets 'til the clip clean Shoot you while we watch the tables turn like a "DWYCK" scene Street sweeper, knock his head clean off his body Then keep sweepin long enough to clean off his body Wean off the bottle then, fly a nigga queen out to Cabo then have her feedin me papayas and grapes, I'm an acquired taste If you don't like me acquire some taste And all I talk about is murderin - all you do is test pros I'll shoot you while you protest, shout to all my brothers and my sisters out in Ferguson The police want us shot And you gon' be the next to drop in front of that donut shop [Interlude] "We record a new dimension of history" [Royce Da 5'9"] I kick my habits of Visvims sneakers and developed into the, new now Went Animal Planet, I got me a plaque and a Grammy while I'm goin zoo now Me still bein relevant, then became the elephant, in the room now (Is he gon' ever fall off?) No I walk by a so-called tough guy, watch him pass me nervous, after I passed him He gon' get with the street life or, he gon' turn the other cheek like, a half done ass job, sittin right in front of a plastic surgeon Then I jump in the black Suburban Snatch the curtain, wrappin your R&B act in it, after I squeeze 21, entries, and it ain't no need to ask for ID's I'm certain - that if you offend me then it shall get windy And that's right before that Mac-10 is workin Click, and it ain't no iro- -ny in the fact that, I am givin you fire And that +Fire+ comes after the +Earth Wind+, whoo Preem in his +PRhyme+, I'm in my +PRhyme+ [Interlude] "You know it can never be imitated" [Outro: Common] Shout outs to Royce, Premo It's Com' Sense, Big Illinois