My first single. Just letting heads know what's up and who I am.
Rican Brigante
I'MA LIVE FOREVER...
Story behind the song
I wanted to write something introducing myself to the game. Something for everyone to know who I am and where I'm coming from.
Lyrics
Yeah, yall gon know my name Rican Brigante
Known in cyphers with the flow eligante
The way that I flow, I take anyones heart man
I spit so much fire, they call the fire department
And this goes out to cats who be trying to copy
I'll pop more shots at ya than the paparazzi
I got heads around the globe who be saying I'm sick
I got astronauts in space who be pumpin my $h!t
And I flow dramatically, one of the badest MC's
If you say I'm sweet that's why your girl got a cavity
Heads is mad at me since I'm making my first million
Got girls dippin low like Christina Mil-li-an
I'm that Vil-lian... you wanna hit with the 4-4
But jerking off's the only time you cock back and forth
And just so you know, if you really want the violence
I'll split your wig just like a hair salon stylist
Don't test the skills cause the kid here is lyrical
Can't count how many times I left these dudes looking pitiful
It ain't a game..Yall gon know my name
I ain't here for the money, son, I'm here for the fame...
You're lame, you're soft, you're rhymes are pathetic
Be smart nicca, take the loss and just dead it
You'll never come close to the talent that I got
Might as well do a Curt Corban and get your mind rocked
You talk the talk but we know you never walk the walk
$h!t you say could have you surrounded by chalk
Shot by the desert hawk..Left in the desert with hawks
Runnin around,runnin your mouth, you could end up in parts
You the type to talk smack cause you love the limelight
Shoot you in the left side of ya head to get ya mind right
Son you don't even rhyme tight, but you're amusing
Catch in the streets, do a drive by while I'm cruising
Leave ya snoozin...forever never to wake up
You a b!tch in a skirt all you need is the make up
You fake thug, you can get oxed with the razor,
Slice ya across the head and hit you with a shape up!!!!
Don't test the skills cause the kid here is lyrical
Can't count how many times I left these dudes looking pitiful
It ain't a game..Yall gon know my name
I ain't here for the money, son, I'm here for the fame...
Don't test the skills cause the kid here is lyrical
Can't count how many times I left these dudes looking pitiful
It ain't a game..Yall gon know my name
I ain't here for the money, son, I'm here for the fame...
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