The Art Of Rap

[Verse 1: Dro] Do you really wanna battle me Keep tight up on yo salary Or is it allowance I'm allowing you to back out this There isn't a timer to tell when I'm gonna fucking lose it Referee calling to ring the bell If he don't stop it I'm straight abusing Calling CPS cuz yo rhymes is elementary The devil claim me he bragging he the one that sent me I'm straight spitting this fire melting the skin off of your skull The words tumbling from your mouth you got the roll flow You couldn't stay up on the beat if the beat was beating you up You wouldn't last up on the street if the street was bringing you up If you got something to say just come and say it to my face Cuz these pussy ass bitches always end in last place [Bridge] You gotta keep up with the pace If you wanna win the race You gotta keep up with the pace So you never lose face You gotta keep up with the pace If dreams are what you chase You gotta keep up with the pace [Hook: Dro] This Is The Art Of Rap (x13) [Verse 2: Dro] Me putting lyrics to the beat likes Picasso painting on easels Syllables dropping on your head, might leave you with some amnesia Gotta read between the lines the flow is so intricate Treat these rhymes like another musical instrument Keep it together whether the weathers cloudy or the sun shines Put in the effort measure the pleasure after time has passed by Not an aggressor never no pressure lesser if you love rhymes Call it whatever I might not be clever whenever I'm on the grind Stranger the fact is I'm able to rap being fast without losing my mind I'm taking precautions not trying too provoke someone Reaching for guns enter mob and they end me Hoping they understand seeing it clearly Put visine in eyes so they claim I'm not guilty For crimes other rappers commit just for Fifty thousands, millions of dollars Buy away ya problems, To scared too solve em I feel sorry for you... cuz you can't keep up with the pace [Hook]