crime rhymes rhyme in my prime time my nine blasts that bastard i have that mastered einstein mind i m out of mine might crash it fight my mic at night then hide in my casket j to the r to the double o n with insanity and jake here we go again and i ain t joking no i am your king on my way to the top and no one can stop me no no one can top me and no one can hold me back you heard i ain t the best now tell me who told you that cuz i know i top them at the flow and all the rest yeah i got em in the pocket before he gets to rap catch your breath man get some rest man i spit every fucking breath if it s my last man if it s my last chance to murder every sentence so got sentenced to dead does that makes sense then cuz i sense it s tense i want revenge against the man that offends me that won t be friendly yeah that is guaranteed and the rest will see that every g is shred by me so rest in peace call me a rap machine because i smash sixteens and i spit gasoline against my enemies and i gain energy yeah from this recipe that ain t no felony just made a masterpiece  crime rhymes rhyme in my prime time my nine blasts that bastard i have that mastered einstein mind i m out of mine might crash it fight my mic at night then hide in my casket im a lion i m alive and i m savage dynamite on the mic and the mic bashes high at night when i finalise all the lines i write you tryna fight for your life but you die average life as a kite i grind my life into the ashes i guess so it s all just matter of pleasures life on the line when i m lighting mine with the matches i want a million plays i don t need no bills underneath of my mattress undefeated i said it you been seeking i get it you weak and i m at it come and beat it i bet it you been sleeping you bed it i believe in mine i need a nine to see you mind grasp it dont need to find blessings just keep the grind lastin i m breathing rhymes like it s just piece of mind but this shit just keeps my mind at it i don t see the fine carats talking 28 this some life lessons talking every way don t need no 5 mansions just need a pair of lanes for me and my nephews that s all i ever wished for but it never came go fuck yourself rappers turning into glamour kings crime rhymes rhyme in my prime time my nine blasts that bastard i have that mastered einstein mind i m out of mine might crash it fight my mic at night then hide in my casket i m raising my middle finger for every hater ever don t give a fuck about the fame and glamour so fuck your favourite rapper i put his rhyme book through a paper shredder and make him pick up the pieces see i m a dick with a penis stick it in getting diseases sickening evil and genius see this trigger i squeeze it get down on knees bitch i came cum shot look how far it reaches it s disgusting the way i be bussing and i m rubbing it in no discussion or get fucked with this pen you want to do it like me well good luck with that then because that s a dead end and you ll end up dead like a russian roulette fuck haters no favours i would never sell my soul for paper work like labour rhyme maker see these formulas i wrote and spray berserk i ain t done with it yet ain t fucking with that this is rock rap not trap nuts cracked nuts wreck every motherfucker with a gun fuck the game up impregnation with a couple of raps crime rhymes rhyme in my prime time my nine blasts that bastard i have that mastered einstein mind i m out of mine might crash it fight my mic at night then hide in my casket1