Chill Moody - RFM (Intro) Lyrics
[Breathing][Verse One]'Bout time they admit that this city's mineMurder tracks take the rap, P.Diddy - ShyneFar from *****y play it smoother than Jimmy BondDouble O life these dudes ain't got no nikesThey checkless, wreckless, rhyme till I'm breathlessChallenge em and blow ya candles outThats your death wishPancake, couple beats, emcees who think it's sweetThats the check list when they ask "what's for breakfast?"Hate it or love it, but learn to respect itEither do a bid or do it big like a TexanMove methodical I swear that I could teach em lessonsThem forty-eight laws internalized in my methods, check it!Philly's in the pocket, not it's time to switch it upSee enough is not a feast dog, it's just enoughI want it all though, i ain't selfish understand my family matters, even look out for WaldoThey been searching for a sound like this"he from Philly how he sound like this?"Thats cause they sound like shitThem pounds they grip and rounds they spitI'm cut from a different cloth the underground my flip, if i switchedChill still keep it iller than mostChopped it up with mad legends, swear the illest was Mos and I quote:"Moody, don't become a slave to this music, the deadliest weapon could be your brain if you used it ... properly"Man I swear them words got to me. Gems from the old heads it really means a lot to meSee I'm trying build, so my prophecy's MonopolyWhat they spits a mockery it's not hip-hop to meFocused on the beef? well my binocs is on the broccoliEyes on the green if you ain't see what I meanYou see what I mean is what I say, say what they don't want to sayWeak MC's get eaten up, invite em in, one a dayJust some random lines from my book of rhymesSo intricate how it came together it took some timeNow your watch is missing. educated rapper that make your block listen clocks ticking like a botched missionThe wire tripped this whole shit is set to blow upThe DJ show me love, i feel like nino when i show up, hold upRegain my breath, never waste a step, this game is rigged I'm placing bets with the replacement refsNo destination met, so they feel he weakMan they don't know about them detours in these Philly streetsThem cold nights on the bus-stops you have to standPacked venues but them fans is half your famStuck in a traffic jam, feeling like half a man, living in my pops basementAnd every time I climb them stairs he stares and ask me if I have a planSo to see this come together he's a happy manPhilly's mine time to make moms proud of meFor years this city tried dodging me, like the galleryLike "chill can't spit" i wish i would have known firstBefore I put a dollar sign to what these words worthWords hurt, sticks and stones could break bonesThey wasn't *****ing with the kid now they all a bunch of pervertsMotivate, cause I innovateNever reiterate, any of these lines that my pen a stateEyes on a Penn estate, Philly till the death of meLand of one way streets, just worrying bout what's left of meThe recipe is to give them all that is left of me, a lyricist, nothing less than you'd expect of meEffortlessly, treat it like a layupThe God told me "smell each rose on my way up"I'm on my way up. have my spot readyLet that ride out Joe[Music][Breathing]
