CLIMBING HILLS - Prominence

My rhyming skills got you climbing hills

You never cared about, losing your pills

How does it feel, when you never paid your bills

And you always wanna chill

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Hello young mu’fuckers

You go round telling the world

That you really got something

But you really got nothing

It’s time to come and prove it

Or I kick your ass

Hahaha

Fuck you and you go

You know what that really means

I got the beat in my ass

It doesn’t mean that I’m the best

You know that I can’t be last

You know that I’m too fast

She said that I doesn’t last

But that is my past

Back in the school, used to be first

Splitting the rap fast than your daddy can fap

I’m giving you what they call a generational gap

When You wooin' she’ll be drawin' a map

Making the rap on my cap

You see a girl shaking her ass

And you tap, and you snap

You know you stepping a trap

I just wanna take a nap

But you gave me a slap

And you know that I’m sad

You can never split this sort of flow

And if you try you’ll be mad

You can never split this sorta flow

And if you try you’ll be mad

I tell you walk up to your dad

Tell him you need a pad

Cus' you nothing but a fad

Yo!

You can never split this sorta flow

And if you try you’ll be mad

I tell you walk up to your dad

Tell him you need a pad

Cus' you nothing but a fad

My rhyming skills got you climbing hills

You never cared about, losing your pills

How does it feel, when you never paid your bills

And you always wanna chill

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Cookin' my rap that you add

Don’t you walk on my trap

Or you’ll know that I’m bad

Don’t tell me you having a rap handicap and you just over lap

So, I fuck the crap

I don’t play gay with your dad

I see you drinking a pap

And you eating a rat

You say you wanna rap

But you chasing a cat

Only shit that you chat

Never throw stones at any dog that really bark

Or you’ll be sacked

And you can never be back

Cus' you’re a past

Ayo!

Don’t ever feel you’re a rap ghost because another person’s horizon seems to be

clouded

You making meaningless syllables but you asked me the secret of my rap

immortality and I guess you should ask God

You know I know how to get other motivated

That’s why I’m killing the music

Am never sick

Elevating music is what I’m making

Cus' I’m willing

Still believing

To get to get to the ropest building

And I’m chilling off my rap skills

My rhyming skills got you climbing hills

You never cared about, losing your pills

How does it feel, when you never paid your bills

And you always wanna chill

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Nobody really wanna see me

Nobody really came around me

I was walking like a lost puppy

Never knew where to go

Finally I saw a river that flows

Although it was like a blow

So I decided to throw, a fuckin' snow on my toe'

Although it causes me sorrow

It was like an arrow piercing through my soul' and causin' darkness

But the light I’m seeking'

Keeps sipping '

Them I start dreaming

I was really killed inside

But I’m still living

Still believing

To leaping, off the motha’freakin'

Then I asked myself, is this the way that I’m fucking get repaid

Finally I saw myself reviving and surviving

But it’s like I’m driving off this rap shit

Still recalling those shit' that I commit'

Yet I never quit

Now I’m back to my kit

And now I got guts over fear

I’m infinite

Promise is my name', fame is the game

No time to blame'

All respect to my father Eminem

I need a pink drink on my sink'

Cus' I’ve been washing this plate

But I hate' the fact that I didn’t grew up with my mates'

They said my life is on stake'

But I’m alive today for God’s sake

Sleeping beside the lake' and I wake'

And I realized it was fake

It was really a dream, now I’m awake'

I’m about to make a decision of my life

Cus' I strive to survive'

While I’m alive

Now I’ve arrived'

Yo!

My rhyming skills got you climbing hills

You never cared about, losing your pills

How does it feel, when you never paid your bills

And you always wanna chill

Off this motha’fucken fills