Highs and Lows - PRhyme

You’ve been deprivin' 'em of the real, been on a vacation

(No matter where we go)

If you ask me, all around the world, I think they sleepin'

But we ain’t sang you a lullaby

(I got no love in my heart for the other side)

B-b-bye, bye, bye

The streets said I’m either supposed to be in jail or dead

My uncle told me before he died to watch for these whores

Before I wake up in the bed in the morn'

Next to a horse head, prolly why I’m war-bred

Prolly why my self-portrait, should be a Porsche with bald tires

And poor tread, to symbolize my upward swim, uh!

Nigga, we ain’t go to no NBA

All we know’s to sweep rappers up to K

Lookin' like, I’m tryna rake leaves on a windy day

So leave me out of your kind of war, be hysterics

When’s the last time you seen a carnivore eat a carrot?

When’s the last rhyme you heard that had you trying to find your words?

Such absurd verbs do not disturb blurbs

Slid to the curb, he’s not the first herb written on a mirror

Blurred rap guys is buyin' by like flies on a turd

Preemo and Royce surprise 'em, eye-to-eye 'em, they scurred

Slur intended, demented, got some nerve

Got no patience and a little perturbed, you heard?

Guessin' wit' more questions than answers

Why they started rhymin'?

Should’ve just remained dancers

It’s better odds than countin' cards at the Luxor…

Carbon fiber, black mask, askin' what the fuck tux for

Deluxe war, to whom it may concern

It’s too late to burn;

DOOM;

you wait your turn

Hey there, music world, you’ve been keepin' 'em waitin'

(These are my highs and lows)

You’ve been deprivin' 'em of the real, been on a vacation

(No matter where we go)

If you ask me, all around the world, I think they sleepin'

But we ain’t sang you a lullaby

(I got no love in my heart for the other side)

B-b-bye, bye, bye

I remember bein' broke, playin' Little Brother out my mother whip

Now I got some shit look like the mothership

Now my little brother got my other whip

Havin' to return it back to me…

Is exactly what he think the meanin' of struggle is

People compliment my grind, they wonder how I stay this clean

Comin' from Michigan, you don’t seem to age

That’s cause I don’t whine about the state of things

Hatin' on others’ll get you old quick

So I just salute and let my flow switch

Takin' my shit to the highest of levels

Combinin' everythin' that I have developed since '99

My style just seems to get better and better and better

Hoppin' out the custom Corvette

The same hustle, ready for whatever

Not a mushroom, portobella

I’m a truth-storyteller, uh, uh, right on

Hey there, music world, you’ve been keepin' 'em waitin'

(These are my highs and lows)

You’ve been deprivin' 'em of the real, been on a vacation

(No matter where we go)

If you ask me, all around the world, I think they sleepin'

But we ain’t sang you a lullaby

(I got no love in my heart for the other side)

B-b-bye, bye, bye

Grab the microphone like he smack a rapper iPhone

PRhyme time, time’s up, dial tone, smile’s on

Show your teeth, known by the wild prone

All getters, pile on, gone since child grown

On the count, check, you’ll catch a pound next

Stop clownin' around for rec', no disrespect 'tended

Said it, I meant it

Before it’s invented, get it, did it, spent it

Keep the change, he needs that receipt, thanks

MCs need franks regardless of street rank

Their feet stank, we never leave the beat blank

Masterpiece theatre, we the no limit think tank

Love to hit the club with my nigga cause when we drank

He think he a pimp but he can’t see that them three skanks look nothing like

Selita Ebanks

Wake up in the morning like, «Gee, thanks»

Tigallo the polymath, Raleigh boy, rap game Rolly Forbes

Never with the same sound, crazy like James Brown on Polydor

Sniffin' cocaine off of a bodyboard

Quick to 86 your top five if he not in yours

Why so serious?

What y’all melancholy for?

Against us you’ll never score at all, nope

Never headline a tour at all

Y’all Flintstone chewables fuckin' with toradols

Now who you wanna call?

Hey there, music world, you’ve been keepin' 'em waitin'

(These are my highs and lows)

You’ve been deprivin' 'em of the real, been on a vacation

(No matter where we go)

If you ask me, all around the world, I think they sleepin'

But we ain’t sang you a lullaby

(I got no love in my heart for the other side)

B-b-bye, bye, bye

I rap, I rap, I rap circles around 'em

I rap, I, I, I rap, rap circles around 'em

I rap, rap, rap, rap circles around 'em

This the difference between y’all niggas and real rap

I rap circles around 'em

PRhyme!