Rhyme or DieDJ Kay Slay

[Chorus: Tree Williams]
One [?]
One mic
And it flow through my body [?]
And you feel it
Cause it's the realest
Oh
Rhyme or die
Rhyme or die
Rhyme or die
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
Rhyme or die

[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
[?] my blood
The paper's my skin
Any producer can make me a skelliton
The words is my vanes, the concept's my heart
My brain is the brain, without that I would fall apart
The flow is my lungs, inhale with a kick
[?] the mic is my tongue
[?] are my ears, I'll never lose site
The haters make it clear, I'm doing everything right
The bass is my emotion, my feelings run deep
The vocals my hands, and they touch you when I sleep
The pop screans my glands, the mic stands my [?]
[?] my stomach, cause that's what I eat
The studio's the hospital, in which I was born
Pro tools the operating table I was on
Music's the only reason that I'm alive
So I mean this litterally, I lyrically, I rhyme or die

[Chorus: Tree Williams]
One [?]
One mic
And it flow through my body [?]
And you feel it
Cause it's the realest
Oh
Rhyme or die
Rhyme or die
Rhyme or die
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
Rhyme or die

[Verse 2: Papoose]
If these niggas don't rhyme, they die
We gon blind they eye
I hope them niggas cry blood everytime they cry
Make the crimerate rise, when we line they [?]
[?] on these niggas like they [?]
No [?]
You can hear the Nas diss when you rewind they lines
Say they got food for thought, I despise they lies
You got [?] cause it's [?]
King of New York, wish you would [?]
Having you talking through the wire, you the Kanye kind
The photo wasn't fully developed, now it's [?]
Colt 45 in your face, like a [?]
Body bag sound like a [?] with a hand zipper
[?] yeah yeah nigga
You see my kind once in a while, I'm a rare killer
White sheet over your face, like a [?] nigga

[Chorus: Tree Williams]
One [?]
One mic
And it flow through my body [?]
And you feel it
Cause it's the realest
Oh
Rhyme or die
Rhyme or die
Rhyme or die
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
Rhyme or die

[Verse 3: Ransom]
Either you rhyming or dieing[?]
Inside of a mining cave, vision of a dieing slave
And you smelling like a steak inside a lion cage
Maried to the game, let it ring, that's when I engage
Them diamonds in that watch, that's what Imma praize
Show up at your house with white sheets and all kind of K's
I'm guessing you ain't gotta a clue klux
30 niggas dressed in white T's get your crew cut
[?]
Rhyme or die at your gravesite, watching [?]
So fuck all the time stars will shine
Amy Winehouse killer with [?]
[?]
I guess the niggas never understood it, right
How I'm living bad, but I'm doing good [?]
I shoot for the stars [?]
[?] nigga

[Chorus: Tree Williams]
One [?]
One mic
And it flow through my body [?]
And you feel it
Cause it's the realest
Oh
Rhyme or die
Rhyme or die
Rhyme or die
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
Rhyme or die