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I'm Riffin
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I'm Riffin was released on November 6, 1989 by Music of Life as a part of the album Organised Rhyme
November 6, 1989
LabelMusic of Life
LanguageEnglish
BPM111
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

Yeah, the bassline's rolling
The mic I'm holding
I'm gonna take it out
With this here last jam
The alternative argument
This jam's for a step show, so I let go
You want me to stop and I say "Heck no"
Petrol, you stand there with a shiver
Thought I was slim but now I look bigger
If I ain't getting through then I'm coming to get you
Addict your mind to my rhyme, yo, let's do
Damage, 'cause I'm feeling savage
Eating to your brain like it was a cabbage
Ravage your soul with the mic I hold
Started tearing 'em down at eleven years old
'Cause I'm rough and tough, coming straight from the gate
Hate seeking missile for those that imitate
Facsimiles with no abilities
Hear my words and you try to get with these
But bet that these are vocal jeopardies
I get your skis 'cause I got remedies
You know my name and watch the raw reign
But still try to write your rhymes like Kane
You made a house record, you're just a mouse second
In line when it comes to fame
Checking you out, making you doubt that you got clout
So then you change your route
A different direction but I'm in the section
See my face in Hip Hop Connection
And I'm affecting your whole damn career
The vocals flow and I put you in fear
Hear the words of the chosen one
It's just begun, in prose they're done
'Cause I'm a cut-up, you better shut up
I say "What up?" and then I cold kick a butt up
Snorts I don't take, sport but don't fake
Catch your breath while I take a short break
Get with the program, this ain't a slow jam
Don't have to play the game 'cause they know Sam
Or should I say DJ Leader One
He slice it twice as nice and then some
You gotta rate 'cause the rhymes perpetuate
Elevate to a state of the ultimate
To a level beyond the devil
Wearing and tearing in a jacket made of metal
You're just a petal, I'm not a wallflower
You see me standing big like a tall tower
With the E-L-P-O-S-S-E
Down with me, MC D
I gotta take it up then shake it up
You try to take the mic and I break it up
See I refuse, you don't amuse
The image of an Uncle Tom singing the blues
And when you speak, your words are old news
You think you're better but who outsold who?
I don't sell out, fuck that Jerry Curl
Shall I spread out? I'm living in a black world
That's right, I know my culture
Swoop to bomb a sucker like a vulture
This ain't a trend and I recommend
That you don't pretend that you and me are friends
'Cause you lend but I don't blend
And to the top I know I must ascend
Then again, I change the style up
Make you crash like a freeway pile-up
I'm legit, I don't talk shit
If you want a fresh rhyme, well this is it
Here we go, and by the way, hey
I didn't come to mess around 'cause I never play
Hardcore is what I'm born to
Rock the mic just for you and ooh
You're gonna get a mad mind warp
And as I finish my rhyme you begin to squawk
I'm professional and I win any sectional
'Cause in a battle I rip out testicles
Right out of your pants as you try to dance
No messing around or second chance
D-U-K-E
Written by: Anthony, Mark, Hilaire
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