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Rhymeslayer
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Hip-Hop
Rhymeslayer was released on July 5, 2011 by Baby Jokes as a part of the album Life On The Streets
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Release DateJuly 5, 2011
LabelBaby Jokes
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM82

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Baby Jokes of Charlie Row Campo
Baby Jokes of Charlie Row Campo
Performer
Richard Cabral
Richard Cabral
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Richard Cabral
Richard Cabral
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jaime C Diaz Jr
Jaime C Diaz Jr
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, turn that shit up a little homie
Yeah, right there, hah
Let me hit this shit homie
That motherfuckin' rhyme slayer
So for you fools that don't know
Baby Jok's from that Charlie Row camp
Not your average homie
So sit back and trip on this
If you ain't feelin' it, well fuck you
I got the call on the celly from the beast of Ellis
Mississippi, or Folsom fool, I can't be tellin'
Big box and calipack, picture that
Got homies in the pen 'cause we rock the same tat
I'm not your average, I believe in the mystic shaman
With a little Spanish, a little twist of mackin'
I know the streets and I know the fuckin' Bible
The art of war, can take the fuckin' title
The psycho city, pigs better come and get me
I'll crush your eyes and leave you like Dos Equis
The gang rich, I got a bitch by the name of Tricky
She said she miss me but I know she livin' by Tiziki
I choose to swindle, I chomp, I don't like to nibble
The city sicko, I bleed and my body tickles
So what you sayin'? I know I can't leave this place
The rap game, my dog, what I call my ace
See in these hard times, we gonna push the line
Brown skinned motherfucker with the right mind
Boom bam, hit ya like Uncle Sam
I got the baddest bitch, sayin' "God damn"
You got me shootin' odors, see it's my peckin' order
One snap of the finger and it's all over
Rhyme slayer, in Florida be an alligator
But this is LA, so I'm a gang banger
You want my Glock so I'ma make the motherfucker rock
The block's hot, it's known as a school's block
MTP in LA it's the E streets
The boys and me, bang the 213s
Everybody rhymin', but I'm the right timin'
Ain't a vegetable but call me Jolly Green Giant
Before you tryin', you better put some damn mileage
Los Angelenos, come and get this brown lion
I fuckin' roar and I bite even harder
This game like fish sticks and I'm the fuckin' torta
The rhyme slayer, untouchable like Darth Vader
I slang dope but my stash spot with the neighbor
The king baker, the wicked be the money maker
2009, I grind just like my Lakers
Khalifa rap, I blow fuckin' wigs back
They hit the pap but parole's on a G plan
Written by: Richard Cabral
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