Artist: Rise Album: The Wickedest Flow 12" Song: The Wickedest Flow Typed by: Kerosene36@aol.com (talking): That's right...Rise...yeah, it's me again... I got more rhymes than there's rain drops in a storm I'm a...head of my time and can't wait till I'm born So I can stand strong, hold my ground, nobody can budge Rise I was hit by a bus...ten people on that bus died I left fine to wreck rhymes you'll never be able Use your CD's for mirrors, tapes level my table So many labels, known differently all over the world Rise; my Indian name is "touches-your-girl" Natives kneel to my tape and do all that it wills Hold it up like clerks checking if your hundred is real The one with the skill, ain't always the one with the deal Cuz I don't like a lot of the cats that some of y'all feel Self-centered, Rise is the baddest emcee My old rhymes my influence, my favorite rapper is me An ill emcee, and I hope I'm starting a fad My mindstate's so big they'll add a star to the flag (scratched) "Can't match how I've done this, the wickedest flow" "Rise; I kill whack rappers and blame the voices" And that's why niggas be at your shows waiting for Rise Ignore you during your set and conversate on the side Changing the tides, give the world lessons and plans When you rhyme around me you'll feel like less of a man And for you, writing is tough, your friend's liking my stuff Now after hearing me rhyme they won't like you as much Try your best but you'll still come up shorter than me Your girl will bend backwards for you and forward for me On players we run clinics, no saving your ass after Hate when whack rappers say they hate whack rappers The fact is, I'm the man where ever I'm playing You only sell in countries that don't understand what you saying Niggas seem bold, y'all trying to fit in jeans mold But Rise will make an emcee fold like clean clothes As I take over the globe, influencing all vicinities Change rap, leave behind a world full of mini-me's (scratched) "Can't match how I've done this, the wickedest flow" "Rise; I kill whack rappers and blame the voices" Enormous daughters quarters shorter than your chloriphyll pills Y'all don't really listen to lyrics if y'all thought that was ill That's how a lot of y'all sound though, y'all make it with crap Look like you saying something like dummies with hands in their back And stay on your lap, and that's what I hate about rap Annoyed at you but mad at whoever's paying you cats If I hear, one more rapper that's as sick as the flu I can't be held accountable for the shit I'ma do I sit in the booth, all night, freaking the hits My eyes so red they got me in beef with the crips To make records that'll get, highly rated and bought You never get felt, you're an earthquake in New York Keep kicking the lamest raps where you blazing tracks But at shows, only the cats that you came with clapped The same in fact, for all of you famous cats And axis, three six, here to reign, that's that (scratched) "Can't match how I've done this, the wickedest flow" "Rise; I kill whack rappers and blame the voices"