The Next Time
Verse One:
Move back, hey yo, i got a couple new tracks
Of that boom bap tune rap (Dude, who’s that?)
It is I aero. alias The Mic Phaero.
I fight the fear, yo, when I see that light narrow
I view you with the eye of a sparrow now
And there’s no where to go except aerial bound
I take two hits and let Mary go round
Then I start laughing at you hilarious clowns
Unfold the greatest story ever untold
I scrapes papes off my tapes, your’s is unsold
I got everything under control
And like criminals on Cops, man, I’m running the show
I’m twenty something years old, I love it when my beer’s cold
Red Horse is extra strong so be careful
When I smoke, when I drink or when I’m sober
I rock the mic from lunar to solar, it’s over
Chorus:
From the sunrise to the sunset
My mind on my money is the subject
From the sunset to the sunrise
My money on my mind is the headline
I beat the deadline ’cause I’m out to get mine
My time is now ’cause there ain’t no next time
I beat the dealine ’cause I’m out to get mine
My time is now ’cause there won’t be a next time
Verse Two:
My lyrics laced on tracks are basically based on facts
I’ll fade them fags who rap wack, their flavor lacks
Some spice, I’m nice The Bacoleno Bin Laden
Wage wars with the world, call it aero.strike when I’m rhyming
I got the mic in the palm of my hand
You should hear the sick shit I spit off the top of my head
No doubt, I’m the real deal in a show down
How can you rock the mic when you don’t know how?
Ouch! I know I’m hurting some egos
I do this for my peeps in the streets, yo
I act wild once the beat hits like bitches at the Freaknik
Spit a rhyme then it’s time to roll out like a deep dish
Spell Fat Al, pronounce it as Fatal, yo
My lyrics will flood the airwaves on your radio
The underground, they had my tape in their stereo
Way before raps talked about money hungry naked hoes
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Bridge:
I do this for the rhymes, I do this for the beats
I do this for my peeps, I do this for the streets
I do this for the rhymes, I do this for the beats
I do this for my peeps, I do this for the streets
Verse Three:
Yo, I stay paid, I got it made hustling my tapes
You ain’t going nowhere like you running in place
Young dumb full of cum, What up pussy?, have a taste
I’m on a cash chase, down to my last days
I’ve never been a square, never rode how squares roll
I’m always on point, that’s why they call me aero.
I’m Mr. On The Grind All The Time
Check out Myspace.Com and find @. online
Networking, approving new friend requests
From local to global, my musick manifests
Wishing myself more strength and success
So I can be at Hip-Hop’s top ranked with the best, yes
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