Rhyme Scheme

the city sleeping on me, though they give me daps

same headz too broke to cop an album are - quick to cop a dime-sack

catch me in the Cypher where the rhymes at

headz is sittin behind computer screens

toking on greens                                                                                                 

hoping on schemes

I’m steady pushing product to fiends

I ain’t talkin’ bout rocks, I tell ‘em go for their dreams                              

they lusting fame and fortune it seems

with no plans, it’s obscene

caught up in their own world but neglecting the scene                                       

yo Shiltz, hold me back before I knock someone’s dome clean offa

they’re neck, make ‘em all disappear – Jimmy Hoffa

call this calculated, premeditated manslaughter

I offered                                                                                                            

my right hand extended to build, from the ground up

now it seems I gotta shut ‘em up, turn my sound up

too many weeds up in the game, we be the Round Up

spray ya’ll with light until the hype surrounds us                                             

MC FÜBB bust in your face like jizm

FÜBB in your face, like graffiti, racism

taste wisdom

every time I spit, I erase prisons

built around your soul, spit from church, like Mase didn’t                       

Injecting dope for your soul, taste the IV
drip, kats ain’t equipped, Royce check they ID

you wanna walk away unshaken, then don’t try me

24 bars laced up, check the rhyme scheme