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Artist: PRhyme f/ Logic
Album:  PRhyme
Song:   Mode II *
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

* deluxe edition bonus track

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah, fall in line to +Fall Back+, Big L's technique, Pun's grammar
Before the roof went in the trunk
The ragtops sat back behind the head just like the gun hammer
My sickness should remind you of Christmas
Cause I'm always comin down with somethin like a young Santa
Understand there'll, be no rematch
The kinda ass whoopin you'll only have to open up one can of
(Nickel-Nine the God) Huh?
You ain't rollin forward, you rollin wrong
Reachin out to gangstas to be gangstas, you holdin on
I grab a hold of this fo'-fo' long
then +Let it Go+ more than a 4-year old singin the "Frozen" song
I put this TEC to your eclectic temple and wreck your wit
Then carve in your tombstone "Heavenly Father
He wasn't ready to collide with a force to be reckoned with"
Do you boys know who you messin with?
I'm with messin with niggaz destiny, shit I'm from the Midwest
I stopped drinkin so I can start policin the block
Now I just cop smoke like pig breath
'Pac's soul'll come out if I died a +Big+ death
Shoe connoisseur; who's finer, your
bitch or my bitch? It don't matter cause you with my ex
The name of my ex inked on you
To me homie she extinct like a dinosaur
You could probably find me spoonin with a dime lookin like, Lucy Liu
or somethin to my broom, lookin like a huge China drawer
I'm a motherfuckin walkin hazard, find me in the bodying department
When y'all rhyming if y'all don't release
Remind me of Prodigy partner, y'all can +Hav'+ it, I man up
Lifted the can up, killed the killer who ran up scared
When I was 8, my daddy yelled down the basement steps
"You only gotta listen to me and the man upstairs!"
Uhh

[Chorus One: Royce Da 5'9"] {w/ DJ Premier scratches}
Cause I'm in motherfuckin beast mode
Beast mode, homie I'm in beast mode
{"Know who I am"} Beast mode

[Logic]
Yeah, yeah, uhh
Fuck a black, brown, yellow or white, it's about unity
While the media try to twist my words for the opportunity to ruin me
Fuck 'em all bitch, I'm still doin me
It's you and me on the record
I'll detect it like an infected nervous system, I never miss 'em
Murder my mission, that's the rendition, I listen while my chain glisten
I'ma get it like the world is endin, dependent only if it's intended
Defendin my mind in the way I rhyme so I'm sendin in
the best of the best, no never the less, I never digress, I just keep it movin
Finger fuck who ain't on improvin
We finally groovin, on the way no way to remove 'em
We constantly improvin - yeah through rejuvenation
I said juveniles run the nation, come now fuck yo' occupation
A revelation I'm facin, more secretive than a mason
It look like we neck and neck but I'm far from adjacent
I come so far from that basement
They look at me and know I'm in beast mode

[Chorus Two: Logic] {w/ DJ Premier scratches}
{"Then it's game time"} Beast mode
{"I'm, I'm, I'm a beast"} I'm in beast mode
{"Know, know who I am"} Beast mode
{"I'm-I'm-I'm, I'm in the zone for realer"}

[Royce Da 5'9"]
You roll down on me they gon' call craps
We don't call cops, we just roll so they call paps
Y'all in my office, similes all facts, yes I fought wars
My enemies all wack, check the chalkboard
Critics said "Dang, shit ain't he a killer?"
His arsenal's mean, the God flow, guard yo' team like Damian Lillard
The steel'll poke your chest out like Cardinals
Y'all rhyme schemes are escargot
Mine's are Newport, Marlboro, Chicago-esque, shouts to Chiraq
Fire racks are turnin niggaz skull to dog bone
Y'all go fetch and this is all from me bein barked on
And now your dog gone, and I'm a dog-gone vet
So you might wanna resort to more peaceful matters
My bitch flirt with an entertainer, he can have her
I was taught that when it's beef to just keep quiet and peep his pattern
If he strikes shepherd the sheep'll scatter
Extendos, hangin out the windows, of the Benzos
Assumptions'll have me in your window
Hip-Hop is just an outlet for y'all to follow the fakes
Not over the hill, just know high roads to take
No cheeks to turn and all's I know
is I ain't all out of hollows
The symbolism of me inside a Diablo
playin Mariah, burnin this money fast, until I'm all out of high notes
Nigga my weight up, so much I no longer challenge haters
From now on I'ma call out a high-low
(Nickel-Nine the God) Huh?
{"Then it's game time, game time"}

[Chorus One]

[Logic]
Uhh, yeah {"I'm a beast"}
It's the return of the mad rapper, dead president kidnapper
Motivated, underrated, most hated
Talk shit behind my back but in person congratulated
Damn, this is my vision written without a revision
Like I'm lost in a matrix, I'm everything but complacent
Feel like my dream is adjacent but I can't make a move
15 writin rhymes inspired by "Illmatic"
I'm still at it, every record I record leave the record shattered
Cause I'll be in a lab for a month
Searchin for inner peace, do meditation like a monk
I'm over they head and yet they still sleepin like the bottom bunk
While these thirsty bitches throw me pussy like I got 'em drunk
I've mastered a flow these up-and-comers have only spilt
Just got back from Ireland so you know the show I +kilt+
I never truly admire the empire I built
Cause when you're comfortable power shifts and positions tilt
At business meetings I go through lyrics within my mind
Cause the ultimate therapy is whenever I rhyme
First time shakin their hand for the fifth time
Bein introduced to people that used to pay me no mind
Used to count my money now I'm way up outta crate
Far from an up-and-comer, my competition's the greats
And, I don't give my wifey the rubber like raw sex
I give her the plastic cause I'm the one that cut the checks now
Yeah, my flow expand like frozen water
I fathered these motherfuckers just like a daughter
And if they want beef then I'ma gut a little slaughter
My bars hotter than the steel cages after the solder
It's nada, everything you plan on doin we already thought of
Talkin years before you fuckers because we work harder
Huh, see I've been at it from the start
Married to the game 'til death do us part
I'm in beast mode

[Chorus Two]

[Royce Da 5'9"]
I'm the highest exalted, rappers doin a lot of talkin
You're tired of me livin then you'll probably die of exhaustion
The flyest, closet lookin like I've got a livin stylist
Later for sales, you know who got the illest album
Load a chopper with slugs, call that the K Michelle
Then I dump that bitch, now that's the Idris Alba
Bitch niggaz get with a nigga bitch
just to, call a nigga a bitch nigga to a nigga bitch
Ain't gotta be in no cemetery to dig a ditch
Don't need bananas and Ben & Jerry's to get a split
wig, you know I'm big slippin, they do or quit
Stop guessin, we couldn't care less if you a chick
The TEC poppin like a question, get it right
Triggers mic, put a nigga wife in the air like Ludacris
(Nickel-Nine the God) Huh? {"I-I'm a beast"}
Fall in line or fall back - I'm plugged into the shooters
What I say isn't forced with a connect, so this ain't all rap
We combed the perimeter in all black
Like the back of Forest Whitaker neck, niggaz get all naps
You woulda, coulda, shoulda ass niggaz
couldn't fuck a bitch with pills and Jell-O pudding cash nigga
If you ever ever hear about me takin shit, best believe it's toilets in the safe
And I'm on it eatin spaghetti bolognese
And if you in my lane I hope you know you rollin with grenades
I'm the coldest, you the hoe-est
I'll let you switch places with me if Drea agrees
Then she gon' come through and delete all my hoeness with a face

[Chorus Two]

[Outro: Royce Da 5'9"] {w/ DJ Premier scratches}
{"Then it's game time"} Uhhhh BEAST mode!
{"I'm a beast"} Beast mode
{"Know who I am"} B-beast mode!
{"5, 5'9"}
{"5, 5'9"}
{"5, 5'9"}
{"5, 9, 5'9"}
{"5, 5'9"}
{"5, 5, 5'9"}
{"5, 9"} Uhhhh BEAST mode!
PRhyme~!