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~!