Good Things Die (Remix)

[Sample] "Don't let a good thing die cause honey you know I never lied to you" [Verse 1: Verbal Kent] I make the dead regret living in the first place My notebooks are like the view from space watching earthquakes Watch as third base lines grow infinite Put holes in the Earth, trick Mother Nature pimping it Significantly rapping for the smart folks Quick to take apart folks messing with my bar code Below par with your average rap You want beef, see me slicing off the animal fat You pussies better get your annual pap I'm abnormal with the pen, I push the pad to the max U.H. is the clique we put lives down and show you our flaws The type of honesty that hip hop's lost You want glamour? Ammo will have you bleeding in brawls Go home and tell your wife it's just Pinot Noir Yeah Beat murderer, herder of sheep Beat me? In your dreams, murder you in your sleep Good things die [Hook: Verbal Kent] "Don't let a good thing die" See any day could be your last quit living in the past kid "Don't let a good thing die" You want drama? Take a class get your PhD "Don't let a good thing die" See any moment I could pop out and leave you seeing asterisks "Don't let a good thing die" Yeah, cause when it comes to spitting raps I got my PhD [Verse 2: Red Pill] I drink a fifth of So' Co', think I'm Neo in the dojo In a Neon dodging bullets seeing vehicles in slow mo I'm exquisite with expletives Spitter split it down the middle make it snap back from his fitted This battle rap shit's played out I'm cake walking Don't give a fuck if they hating as long as they talking And they all told me not to worry 'bout the comments But I can't let a motherfucker blasphemy what God said Like, "What that bitch say? I'm Brother Ali if he ate sausage." That's cute, don't quit your day job bitch You ever made music and ate off it? Then shut the fuck up before you get accosted Cause I don't play talk shit, I break off limbs So stay cautious You witnessing a great on this I always felt I was on track with living legends Now I'm on a track with a Living Legend [Hook] [Verse 3: Murs] I'm the dopest rapper outta southern California ever Will a motherfucker make me eat my words? Nigga never Old school, new school, niggas need to die slow Throwing up my hood high in a car that ride low I trample samples like lungs to a [?] Black out on niggas just to make that example but I But I don't set those, I set trends though When niggas thought that southern Cali was all funk and indo I would write my name with a scribe inside of a bus window Got a 9 to 5 to survive but I couldn't make the rent though I was broke like Mr. Wendal, less paper than a Kindle A Rasta Crip nigga with some 5% info But-but, back to the beat I rap for the street For dudes that spray paint and write raps on concrete I mastered defeat and I conquered all my fears Get respect and spend my checks on some Dodgers memorabilia yeah [Sample]