My Time In Rap, by 3RD DEGREE

My Time In Rap

by 3RD DEGREE

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1.	Patterns 02:14	lyrics	buy track
Patterns {Talking} Yea It ain’t over for me man At this point Niggas know it’s a pattern With me man It’s pattern I can’t stop this Verse When The Game Was Snap dancing Wearing over size Ts I was helping save lyricism Connecting ivy’s it hit different When you make it Knowing you never compromise Seeing niggas in the Game You would verbally paralyzed Close my eyes when beats on I see the words that speak on When niggas start sweating That’s how you know when the Heats on I seen hoop dreams Turn to 25 to life Niggas come Home See they Mans all in their Wife I’m too nice On these mics You dumb down for likes And i ain’t even put my all In the sentences that i write The reason you niggas broke Is ya money goes ya ice U Think it’s an asset Now you liable with ya life Head stuck in clouds Like birds that take flight My legend grows everyday Like stories at campsite I’ve been too ambitious With all of my expeditions I’m coming for it all Even the pots you niggas piss in, When rap nerds observe Every word It calms all there concerns Now they can unlearn Cause 3rd Is the return To an era raps burned Now a days you’ll be lucky If you chuckle from what u heard show up to niggas show Start spitting to niggas fans Drop on the same day Create that supply and demand Show me the best spitters I fit in with the elites Like i never missed a step I’m moonwalking on beats Last couple years I was moving kinda discreet Now i keep the safe hidden Behind a walls of concrete I spit for those who listen Pitching in mammas kitchen Who make birds up & Vanish We call’em Street magicians Use to do my homework For real On a empty stomach Now I’m in the booth Hungry Plotting on what’s coming.
2.	Finally 02:47	lyrics	buy track
Finally Talking - Yea i finally got a foothold in this shit They tried to keep me out for the longest Verse I don’t mean to brag But lyrically A nigga is in his bag Pop tags at the register Buying what i never had Since my first note pad The bars have Been in demand You niggas squares I can’t believe you ain’t wearing plaid Watch what i grab Something that has a kick Like Jackie Chan I’m waving the Flag For spitters Body bag and zip ya I like the Strip club But i ain’t the one to tip ya I’m here for the wings & the liquor yeaa I went from Solo Did the group shit Back to Dolo The thing i know tho Tony Never Made it with out Manolo I can floss too The Diamonds Is all blue VVS stones My neck look like an igloo The scriptures That I’m writing Sound like Gospel When reciting punchlines hitting like Lightening when it’s striking I’m glad them niggas doubted And labels didn’t get the word And I’m finally at the point We’re I’m heard Word (Hook) 2x Finally Making paper I Hope they understand yeeaaaaa Im Never Satisfied The goal is to expand Catch me in a city near you Inside the coupe if you think a nigga lacking I really wouldn’t assume Verse How I’m Kill every verse I should be pushing a hearse If 16s ain’t enough A 40 will make it worse I’m the Black Tony STARK The Tech blowin apart The numbers from all the streaming I’m using it for a benchmark It’s 3rd U know the name If U gassed U get a flame Thick chicks Get fucked Then make’em walk home in the rain This rap shit easy Without a Mask It’s like a stick up Created my own lane Like Russel crow inside the pickup I’m unhinged My catalog niggas binge They feening they want more I might spit in a syringe Never used a pickup line To pull a chick I just pull in a whip And she later riding the dick That’s all facts You can say the shit was Printed The Only cap is this NY fitted It cost a couple Mill Just To get a trail acquitted So I’m stacking up my bread If committed (Hook) 2x Finally Making paper I Hope they understand Im Never Satisfied The goal is to expand Catch me in a city near you Inside the coupe if you think a nigga lacking I really wouldn’t assume
3.	New York Minute (Feat. Demo) 02:52	info	buy track
4.	My Time In Rap 02:51	lyrics	buy track
My Time in Rap Verse Just because u in the game Don’t make us a pair I’m judging niggas Off there content Not the chains they wear Give a little nigga heat He can’t rhyme to the beat I care bout the punchlines Not the Octaves you reach Most of these new niggas Just follow the wrong ones That’s why they disappear Before they royalties come But i can’t even blame them We all came from poverty Labels show you checks Just For you to be a novelty End up being property Steal your whole catalog At a lower quality Then sell it back to you niggas That’s a robbery While fans looking at you On screens like you won the lottery But really you a commodity I’m show you how to change that tho Do it properly Take 10 tracks Make sure they air tight Find 10 people buy’em off your website Take that profit And repeat the process Hook Label offer 200 Racks Hope u know you gotta pay it back From My Time in Rap All them cars you were pushing On the track That’s really had budget Out of wack From my Time in Rap When the Producer Make more money from your track Cause publishing you never got it back From my time in rap I hope your lawyer ain’t the same As them rats if he is then You ain’t getting Jack From my time in rap Verse I seen ya team They all scrubs Get No luv They shocked by my energy How i did it with out plugs I light’em up in the booth U know my bars lit I see these niggas THEY SO OFF Look how they all switch Don’t compare It ain’t unfair My Breed rare Cause If pull your card You hit the deck Like solitaire volunteers ? Just come with I’m dumb quick But not where it counts The pipe game Make broads drip Shorty texted Quarter 2 Just come through Her head had me stuck Had to call it gorilla glue You know the vibes Give no Pass Once you Kill the Box In New York we call that Deadass It’s all Factual When peep my vernacular Fire Arm we Here We just a higher caliber They like damn you playing’em What’s it all for Let know I’m Numero Uno This who i draw for Hook
5.	The Business 02:42	lyrics	buy track
The Business Hook -If we want it we buy it Forgo the price -You ain’t balling At all if you thinking twice -I got the ribeye medium With wild rice -do what you love And You’ll never work in your life Verse Everyone got they own little Formula How they feel they should make it Off the corner bruh Chicks with asses Migrate to Calabasas Looking for ballers That can’t block Advances Smoke ya backwoods Niggas hustling backwards All on the gram Flashing guns To the Camera While the Feds Is putting together cases You looking basic Back of the club wasted I’m focused on the money I see it With out the LASIK I make hits for fun Make the beat and I’m done The bars are dumb I March to my own drum Pan na mera All white Cognac leather All weather I can’t lose I’m Mayweather Got ya chick in the pass Foot on the gas Plate got the Pepper steak With Garlic Mash Now toast to the innocent Free at last Hook If we want it we buy it Forgo the price You ain’t balling At all if you thinking twice I got the ribeye medium With wild rice do what you love You’ll never work in life Verse My brain's 8 cylinder 4 wheel Vehicular The Heats Perpendicular Sticking out the window cuz That’s my signature, Shell distributor All around the perimeter Anybody that visits ya I was out of State’in Before you niggas dating Translation A legend that’s in the making 3rd & Casino Stay flipping Them C-Notes Rocking velvet Tuxedos in Nevada with Gambino’s been a King in the Game Like L. James Been shutting studios down Bringing nothing but flames Other boroughs Still knowing our name Holding scars from our battles Underneath all the trains Check the Catalog Making money since Analog Tapes at the mall No streaming involved Moved to CDs Out the trunk of them Vs now I’m on your timeline Charging niggas a fee Hook
6.	No Rules 02:57	lyrics	buy track
No Rules Verse I love the game But love it more if I’m paid I’m like a barber on the mic I’ll put the blade to fade Spray you down if you run You paying me when I get done Or you’ll get tied to a chair And I’ll use the scissors for fun (uh) (sound effect) Me and my niggas We avoid courts Rather travel private My only luggage is my passport These 16s i serve’em up to the fiends Choppin’em with machines Likes bricks on triple beams They like the flow Is something we never seen Probably never again The way they singing in tight jeans The bars obscene It wasn’t made for teens I’m selling out of the trunk I give a fuck about these streams See there’s a void And I’m just trying to supply it So once you buy it Ain’t no way you could ever deny it One thing I’ll never say is I ain’t write it Y’all changed the climate And made it easy For these rhymers -Hook- But ain’t no rules to it Sell everything own Just to go through it Do 100 shows They can all view it Never make a dime Ain’t no rules to it Go and sell ya soul Go and sell ya soul They’ll take Everything You own Everything you own Only escape is to own Everything you sold Cause ain’t no rules When the label owns u Verse There’s no rules There’s No one pulling ya coat Niggas screaming that they rich But ya bank say that you broke Niggas just started rapping And claim that they the goat sailing packs from bogota But never been on a boat uh Push a persona Of a drug induced loner Smoker That’s never sober Busting shots at every Joker Call ya bluff Who wanna see me in Poker Your raps are bi-polar At best you mediocre And you think you can fuck with me Please Your rap weak Ya chicks belong to the streets My money looking obese Your shit looking petite You Stuck like concrete Ya budget Got you in trouble And mixed up in a beef forcing a weak emotion Over producer beats I understand I’m potent So niggas wanting a piece I see the notion Why they come around scoping Cause they know dead rappers They Get better promotion
7.	Shine (Feat. Demo, Alias) 04:28	info	buy track
8.	Christmas 03:20	lyrics	buy track
Christmas Verse Remember buying CDS Had to Rip off the plastic Emerge myself with the goats I was studying classics Some of them had the lyrics I was reading it Frantic Bought Nas it was written Was like calculus classes No Doe for studios It was just countless 16s It was Me & Black Dice And a Karaoke 🎤 Machine The Beats were instrumentals From B side Singles This Rap shit was Plan A Plan B was the pistols Got a Call From my cousin He said he putting shit together Better have your flow right If you want to make this cheddar Word got around I was making moves Ran into some hating dudes Niggas that, never left avenues Trying to fix your pride Walk the block with a nine Last thing i heard Prison turn him into a Bride Just for comparison Give me any beat And I’ll embarrass them When i Leaving the booth You still smell the arrogance Hook It’s like Christmas Verse The Game looks Bleek Nobody’s COMING OF AGE I was the kid Jay was scared of Watching backstage Wanna know THE TRUTH Gotta walk with the Mack Cause THE REASON Is right after when you hearing it clap Extra Clipse LORD WILLIN’ If they need me be the Villain Watch me MISEDUCAT’em Just straight Lauryn Hill’em This is MURDA MUZIK we the Infamous I don’t think they get it yet A true prodigy you are witnessing Hit the freeway I was just a Young MC A real Juvenile spitting 400 degrees Felt like an Outkast Around anybody i met Living Off Xperience Money, Power, Respect That’s what I’m after Being from the School of Hard Knocks if you get X’ out Then it’s DARK AND HELLS OUT Yea just some of the Music got me on a different route So you can’t knock my Hustle Beyond a reasonable doubt