Rhymes On Everything

These day they put rhymes on everything Rhymes on TV commercials Rhymes on comedy sketches It’s like a rhyme don’t mean nothing no more I put rhymes on everything Rhyme pages everywhere Nothing’s off limits I rhyme about everything They say one dimensional Pay more attention though Every line is intentional and what I wrote It’s not a gimmick to get more records sold If that was the case I woulda quit a long time ago I’m still here Shining glow whenever the father let’s me Cut my hair off, cause I was looking kinda sketchy I could rhyme about fashion the clothes in my closet Or rhyme about the cash in my wallet I could write a song about the gas prices Or conspiracy theories on that healthcare crisis Politics build the food pyramids and choose profits over people We don’t die because we starve We die because we eat They say it’s self inflicted So the ones getting burned are the ones taking the heat We get rhymes on everything Most the time it don’t mean anything So, I don’t hold back anything anymore Always give my everything We get rhymes on everything Most the time it don’t mean anything So, I don’t hold back anything anymore I put rhymes on everything Sharpie and a notebook I’m leaving my mark Had to lock the flow making words rhyme is the easy part Speak my peace and let my peace speak like graffiti art And give you a peace of my heart When I rip the beat apart like Hulk Hogan’s tank top Or Hallow da Don so ya’ll can follow along I worked with S1 before the power song Now it’s on, my mic sounds nice Blame it on the Avalon Extra effort to make it my best record You can hear my pain and flesh In every bar and measure I’m far from a super star Not a household name But, I’m known for writing rhymes so I fan the flame Family man many plans came but I’m still alive After the famine came And I still got passion Not for the spotlight But, if the beats hot I’ll write a rhyme right on the spot I’m not new to this Check my track record I worked with 9th Wonder Before you heard him on that black record Haven’t made a classic yet Haven’t made a whack record If I start slaking as a father that’s my last record And now I’m rocking with that optimist I know God is in control no matter how dark it gets Some of this songs on the radio are venomous They are not my nemesis they see my own blemishes and imperfections My heart was reprobate, redemption resonates Jesus saves he came to set my record straight Now my penmanship is for the benefit of everybody Nodding their heads to this So, turn the beat up Until the speakers blow out Thorns in my side that the tweezers can't pull out I be writing rhymes till the day that I role out Until the day that I role out