Viewing lyrics for The Definition by Joshua Bold. You know B, approach thee, lyrical slowly The BOLD be, to choke beats, hope in G- O- D The old me, is broke see, keeping him closely The enemy provoked me, murder the O.G. I’m so heat, know streets needing the flow deep the souls reap what they sowe, bleeding in cold grief The reaper feeds evil, to people that see the Hell on the thick of they block, it don’t stop neither I’ma rock sick, feeding the flock with The top rhymes, drop 16 of supreme lines I mean mines, clean I’m, dope to the fiend kind they tapped out, cracked out, rappers is blacked out I act out, so loud, moving a black cloud The crowd moved, down dude, lyrical smackdown It’s so spiritual, the physics of mine It ain’t religious, this is critical to pivotal times...BOLD Rip it in half, When I sip it I’ma spit it and blast Word is regurgitated, this is urgent and burns... Make em laugh, nah make em feel the blood of the past I’m under thunder and the lightning with a lover that lasts Get to passing, over me the mic cause it’s time Hot sauce to fried chicken, tantalizing with rhymes Get your mind right, stick em with the knuckles and smile This is BOLD homie, kinda like the love of a child Make it pure, truth sure got the bullet for cures Pull it back, crack the flesh through, best when it do What the new spirit do, peace to Ray and the crew But I’m all eyes open, get to saying the news This is good times, hoods get to rumbling mines Block party in the concrete jungles, no nines Changed climate, people get to praising the name Not the emcee, but the one that gave him his fame...BOLD Mister imagine, then rap gets deeper with action My mac 10’s lyrical, the reaper retracted I mac scripts feverish, the people is sick with The witness, Word to King James, His name is The so much higher, the pinnacle one, Messiah My name is BOLD, for the miracle Son, I’m wired So catch me on the sound stage with a mic check The one two’s killin days sinking in sins ways Simp sprays, pimping em like dipping in Chev (Ro) Lets Impala, my impulse straight to your popped collar rock drama, fight zone fighting with light scollars I might holler at you if you lovin them light dollars The riches of a rich man, keep him in quicksand I’m all for blessings, but the blessings was His plan I recognize it’s so crucial, the short time So force rhymes through the mic phone with endorsed lines -JBold
Posted on: Tue, 18 Jun 2013 18:20:09 +0000