Verse 1: C-Scripture

I just sit and I write rhymes

Raised on the block with the homies with fly rides

Pushing on the paper so my rhymes define I

My lyrics is my spirit so my living ain’t finite

My dreams, I be spitting I be getting these five mics

But raised on the block where the homies will not rock

With niggas that be broke, that can shine in God’s light

Believe it I’ve been woke, I done seen it in my time

Everybody wanna make money when I rhyme

And some don’t see it, they just push me to sidelines

I’ve been on the grind trying to keep with this rap life

Working nine to five, I ain’t thinking no spotlight

I’m thinking on my bills and what my shawty will act like

My paper running low while I’m kicking these rhymes now

If I can make a killing, I would give it my life now

Spit for a living, never living to spit

Hook: C-Scripture

I’m just giving my rhymes now

Started with my life like I’m giving this hype now

Now we’re taking it right back

Encounter with encounter documented as art now

I’m just giving my rhymes now

Started with my life like I’m giving this hype now

Now we’re taking it right back

Encounter with encounter documented as art now

Verse 2: C-Scripture

Eh yo! I had this façade, that I would rap and never market

That would make me a star

So I was rapping on the block trying to make me a mark

But the cats they was sleeping; ain’t feeling my style

I met a couple cats say, I’m ahead of my time

I be living with the rhythm, I’m just taking it out

Cause every time I make rhyme I’m just speaking your heart

The little dark part! You ain’t talking about

You take a doubt? Now why you listening now?

I’m the little dark voice in the midst of your heart

I paint a picture of your heart when I get on the track

Everything you ever wanted when it’s leveled in art

Still benevolent, it’s evident I’m making this rap

So I’m telling and I’m taking in the piece of the art

Now let’s celebrate I’m telling them I’m king of this rap

Hook: C-Scripture

I’m just giving my rhymes now

Started with my life like I’m giving this hype now

Now we’re taking it right back

Encounter with encounter documented as art now

I’m just giving my rhymes now

Started with my life like I’m giving this hype now

Now we’re taking it right back

Encounter with encounter documented as art now

Verse 3: C-Scripture

They told me rap was dead they don’t do three verses

I came so prepared and I brought three hearses

I left a rapper shocked when I made these verses

Composing in commotion I was raised in these places

Born in Malawi after 36 Chambers

My versatility could match 36 strangers

Mfana wa Ziwindi I was born to spit lasers

Cutting through your heart I don’t need a Free Mason

I got an open mind when I spit these verses

Read between the line I’m encrypting these verses

The streets hot, shit hot, everybody hip-hop

Cats popping drugs on the block like the shits hot

Read between the lines, everybody wants to get right

We just live in times where a nigga gotta get down

Always watch your back, it’s your nigga that can clip ya

Always watch your back, it’s your nigga that could clip ya

Hook: C-Scripture

I’m just giving my rhymes now

Started with my life like I’m giving this hype now

Now we’re taking it right back

Encounter with encounter documented as art now

I’m just giving my rhymes now

Started with my life like I’m giving this hype now

Now we’re taking it right back

Encounter with encounter documented as art now