Next 2 Me

By Reks

On Grey Hairs

Released on July 22, 2008

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[Intro]

Haha. Yo. DC, yo...it's 'bout time we connected. Hahaha

R.E.K.S. Let's go. Haha, Lawtown. Massachusetts

'Bout to be a problem y'all. You know, I know. Haha. I know. Yo


[Verse 1]

Feel it's imperative, rappers get they sedatives

Record is, definition, given in the dictionary

For spittin' so effortless

Every breath is, as if, I'm the game of Tetris

Hold any block down

Name any block 'round, I connect with it

Legendary street etiquette

Boilin' kettle with, steamin' rhetoric

Aimin' taunts at the faults of the hecklers

Let go ridiculous metaphors I was meant for this

Shit

Spit tighter than virgin vagina

The kind of rhymer blind ya with the necklaces

Dr. Jekyll/Mr. Hyde before I let off with this

(Kiss kiss) Bang bang, man, I be on some shit kid

Knight Rider with the army on ya, owe ya honor

I was tryin' to calm him but he felt he had to touch the sauna

Told him good karma come upon you like tsunami waves

Forget the problems it's peace

Two fingers waved


[Chorus]

Don't add insult to injury

Hurt yourself fuckin' with R.E

K.S., yes Reks a vet, sorry

All these rappers ain't shit next to me

Don't add insult to injury

Hurt yourself fuckin' with R.E

K.S., yes Reks a vet, sorry

All these rappers ain't shit next to me


[Verse 2]

Ya see, rappers hyperventilate

When I'm in a spittin' state

Innovate rhymes, put your mind on the dinner plate

Ain't a fuckin' line in my rhymes niggas can debate

Spit them 8 by 8's with tongue on skates (Zip by)

With the zip drive, high to the face

And I don't smoke lye but my mind outer space

I can fly to the gates of Heaven with the Reverend, say grace

With the angels then race to Earth, spit a verse

At 11:00 at a showcase, flow way beyond your slow pace

Zoo to blow, move the fo's, domes shake

Don't hate, don't make me irate

I put my heavyweight bars against your featherweights any day

Anyway, novin' along, spewin' the bomb lyricals

I'll do to the song what mom's do to umbilicals

Rip it to shreds, I'm sick with the lead

Not just the top, but to the paper's bottom edge


[Chorus]

Don't add insult to injury

Hurt yourself fuckin' with R.E

K.S., yes Reks a vet, sorry

All these rappers ain't shit next to me

Don't add insult to injury

Hurt yourself fuckin' with R.E

K.S., yes Reks a vet, sorry

All these rappers ain't shit next to me


[Verse 3]

Yo, call the doctor, call the nurse, I got a burst that hurts the worst

Put bitches in stitches, vicious with words, pronouns and verbs

I'm a beast with grammar kinda like literature teachers

Rip to pieces any MCs thesis

Jesus, I thirst for 16's with spleens with spittage

Admit, rather obscene lyrics in doors

I'ma

Force to be reckoned with, wreckin' shit

Is of course the one causin' vibration in the mic cords

Swords sharpen, the boy poppin' off of the gum

Got a flame in the belly that heat up the tongue

Cough up a lung, where I'm from, niggas stay high, chinky eyed

And Reks symbolize anything fly

Ride Honda Civics slow, shuffle through the slow

When we too small for hoopin' so we gotta sell blow

Or we gotta flow like Krumb

Scientifik, damn we lost one

It's only righ, we hold the torch son


[Chorus]

Don't add insult to injury

Hurt yourself fuckin' with R.E

K.S., yes Reks a vet, sorry

All these rappers ain't shit next to me

Don't add insult to injury

Hurt yourself fuckin' with R.E

K.S., yes Reks a vet, sorry

All these rappers ain't shit next to me

Next to me