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P-Money
Scribe 2001 (feat. Scribe)
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Scribe 2001 (feat. Scribe) was released on March 17, 2002 by Dirty Records as a part of the album Big Things
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AlbumBig Things
Release DateMarch 17, 2002
LabelDirty Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM93

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P-Money
P-Money
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[Verse 1]
Scribe 2001
My story just begun, uh
You never hung in the streets where I'm from
Getting ill with the lyrical, real individual
Every syllable, every metaphorical visual
Scribe 2001
My story just begun, uh
You never hung in the streets where I'm from
Getting ill with the lyrical, real individual
Every syllable, every metaphorical visual
[Verse 2]
Scribe taken serious, various artist delirious
Suffering from a lack of hearing us
Got my rhythm sussed for those who don't give a fuck
I do and my whole crew is out to get you
And wreck you disrespect you disconnect you
Left in separate components in a state too complex
To ever step to what I consider intellectual
Fuck you, wack rappers always sounding sexual
I write a capella beat box, instrumental
Winning your mental, I invade like Orientals
Move of ninja steps, online like internet
The funk, republic, hip hop I'm loving it
[Verse 3]
Scribe 2001
My story just begun, uh
You never hung in the streets where I'm from
Getting ill with the lyrical, real individual
Every syllable, every metaphorical visual
Scribe 2001
My story just begun, uh
You never hung in the streets where I'm from
Getting ill with the lyrical, real individual
Every syllable, every metaphorical visual
[Verse 4]
Scribe original next level shit for you to listen to
Lyricism is vision when I'm spitting this prerefiril
Not yo stereotypical type of individual
8 bars, 8 flows, suppose I had tentacles
Rip the mic like I'm meant to do, come off like I'm hearing you mint
Fresh, my areal view keeping me ahead of you
Instead of you picking the scribe, live incredible
Unforgettably fat you suckers looking edible
[Verse 5]
In 2001 my story just begun, uh
You never hung in the streets where I'm from
Getting ill with the lyrical, real individual
Every syllable, every metaphorical visual
Scribe 2001
My story just begun, uh
You never hung in the streets where I'm from
Getting ill with the lyrical, real individual
Every syllable, every metaphorical visual
[Verse 6]
You ain't the feel, you should just stay on the pill
To the underground, had to be feelin' when it's real
So I save it's scribe survive, check it out we laugh
For me on your tape, I take a minute just to fall
Of my mic, I like to ignite, philosophy
You dead like a rat, we actually are disagree
With purpose of your whole anatomy, had to be
When it battle me, come in packs of three
You can witness first time, my style, stabbin' you rapidly
Reactively we, breakin' this from Anthony
To Zachary, if you're not backin' me, you're lackin' me
Constantly distracted me, tryna cause anarchy in my faculty
Gotta beef, I eat it like pork, snackin' like crackling
Picture like curves, you won't even know what's be happening
Run this like reality, some emcees still imagining
So don't blame me, why you style never changes
I stay dope, lyrically killing the cells in your brain
[Verse 7]
Scribe 2001
My story just begun, uh
You never hung in the streets where I'm from
Getting ill with the lyrical, reala individual
Every syllable, every metaphorical visual
Scribe 2001
My story just begun, uh
You never hung in the streets where I'm from
Getting ill with the lyrical, real individual
Every syllable, every metaphorical visual
Written by: P-Money

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