Work-Flow
[Intro] Artificial White Ghostwriter the best rider [Verse] Yo, ’97 inkwells bleed, I’m the ghost of rap’s cassette, Two tracks a day, Scarface coke-brick silhouette. Rhymes sharper than Lecter’s knife, Hannibal etiquette, Spit bars like a .44 mag, no bulletproof vest set. Flow colder than Fargo snow, grind Shawshank regret, Studio locked like Alcatraz, pen game pirouette. Live shows? Gladiator blade, crowds scream “Are ya done yet?” Nah, I’m Terminator gears, chrome-plated alphabet. Legacy built with bricks, Goodfellas respect debt, Two songs daily, Einstein brain, E=mc flex. Age 41, still crack scripts like Pulp Fiction vignettes, Padlocks on lips, but my verses? Kubrick intellect. Stanza’s a chessboard, checkmate with a hex, Cursed poet, street Dante, hell’s cheques get direct-deposit checks. Wolf of Wall Street hunger, but my profits stay unchecked, Rhyme schemes? Inception layers wake up, still in debt. [Chorus] Work rate? Einstein theory, split atoms with a mic stand, Two songs a day, Hannibal Lecter eat beats, no flight plan. From ’97 to now, Terminator armor, no downtime, man, Grind Shawshank, crawl through shit, rise with Forrest Gump wind, damn. [Verse] 41 winters deep, still thaw frost with a rhyme torch, Two tracks dawn till dusk, Matrix code in my spine’s forge. Flow’s a time machine Back to the Future DeLorean gorge, Pen game Titanic iceberg, sink ships with a noun’s force. Live wires spark like Joker gas, laugh through the divorce, Catalog? Godfather trilogy part four’s my encore. Sweat’s my baptism, stage’s a coliseum, no remorse, Punchlines? Fight Club chaos, poetry with a north course. I’m the Breaking Bad brew, blue crystal in every discourse, Rhymes tighter than Oppenheimer nuke mushroom cloud discourse. Two songs a day, Black Swan obsession, no resource, Legacy’s Citizen Kane rosebud’s the pen’s source. Eyes Blade Runner neon, see futures in every divorce, Flow’s Tyson fury, knock out clocks, no remorse. Pulp Fiction briefcase glowin’ rhymes, no discourse, 41 years, still ghostwritin’ God’s rap course. [Chorus] Work rate? Einstein theory, split atoms with a mic stand, Two songs a day, Hannibal Lecter eat beats, no flight plan. From ’97 to now, Terminator armor, no downtime, man, Grind Shawshank, crawl through shit, rise with Forrest Gump wind, damn. [Outro] Ain’t retirin’, I’m Nas in Ether, timeless like Godfather wine, Rhymes carved in Mount Rushmore street poet, forever divine. Two tracks daily, Holy Grail quest, my pen’s the design, Legacy? Citizen Kane’s snow globe eternal, I shine. #workrate #drill #gangstarap
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[Intro] Artificial White Ghostwriter the best rider [Verse] Yo, ’97 inkwells bleed, I’m the ghost of rap’s cassette, Two tracks a day, Scarface coke-brick silhouette. Rhymes sharper than Lecter’s knife, Hannibal etiquette, Spit bars like a .44 mag, no bulletproof vest set. Flow colder than Fargo snow, grind Shawshank regret, Studio locked like Alcatraz, pen game pirouette. Live shows? Gladiator blade, crowds scream “Are ya done yet?” Nah, I’m Terminator gears, chrome-plated alphabet. Legacy built with bricks, Goodfellas respect debt, Two songs daily, Einstein brain, E=mc flex. Age 41, still crack scripts like Pulp Fiction vignettes, Padlocks on lips, but my verses? Kubrick intellect. Stanza’s a chessboard, checkmate with a hex, Cursed poet, street Dante, hell’s cheques get direct-deposit checks. Wolf of Wall Street hunger, but my profits stay unchecked, Rhyme schemes? Inception layers wake up, still in debt. [Chorus] Work rate? Einstein theory, split atoms with a mic stand, Two songs a day, Hannibal Lecter eat beats, no flight plan. From ’97 to now, Terminator armor, no downtime, man, Grind Shawshank, crawl through shit, rise with Forrest Gump wind, damn. [Verse] 41 winters deep, still thaw frost with a rhyme torch, Two tracks dawn till dusk, Matrix code in my spine’s forge. Flow’s a time machine Back to the Future DeLorean gorge, Pen game Titanic iceberg, sink ships with a noun’s force. Live wires spark like Joker gas, laugh through the divorce, Catalog? Godfather trilogy part four’s my encore. Sweat’s my baptism, stage’s a coliseum, no remorse, Punchlines? Fight Club chaos, poetry with a north course. I’m the Breaking Bad brew, blue crystal in every discourse, Rhymes tighter than Oppenheimer nuke mushroom cloud discourse. Two songs a day, Black Swan obsession, no resource, Legacy’s Citizen Kane rosebud’s the pen’s source. Eyes Blade Runner neon, see futures in every divorce, Flow’s Tyson fury, knock out clocks, no remorse. Pulp Fiction briefcase glowin’ rhymes, no discourse, 41 years, still ghostwritin’ God’s rap course. [Chorus] Work rate? Einstein theory, split atoms with a mic stand, Two songs a day, Hannibal Lecter eat beats, no flight plan. From ’97 to now, Terminator armor, no downtime, man, Grind Shawshank, crawl through shit, rise with Forrest Gump wind, damn. [Outro] Ain’t retirin’, I’m Nas in Ether, timeless like Godfather wine, Rhymes carved in Mount Rushmore street poet, forever divine. Two tracks daily, Holy Grail quest, my pen’s the design, Legacy? Citizen Kane’s snow globe eternal, I shine. #workrate #drill #gangstarap
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