Rare Form song by Conway the Machine from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is East Coast, Rap, Gangsta Rap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
Rare Form Meaning
| [[Verse 1] Look Catch me in the bay, trynna send a package up-state 20 P’s of each box wrapped in a package and tape I ain’t never lackin’, always keep the strap on my waist Nigga get out of pocket, I’ma put you back in your place Spent 20 on a chain, I made it back, so I’m straight Now I can throw that 20 back in a safe You said you iller than Machine, that’s like a slap in the face You can’t match the raps I create or tracks that I make Ayo look, hold up That was a 8? (Ay that was the 8th bar) I got 7 more bars to show these rappers I’m great I mean I took over the game at an immaculate pace You see all these racks that I make at a staggering rate I knew I had a classic ‘fore they mixed and master my tape Smoking gas with my nigga Berner in the back of a wraith I promise most of these rappers is fake Last nigga fronted in the club got his head cracked with a 8th I know that was a 16 but fuck that When I rap I go apeshit So when I’m slighted that’s a mistake It be the niggas that you got love for that come after your cake You seen “Paid in Full”, what happened to Ace? Aghhh , [Chorus] Uh, I’m in rare form (uh-huh) 40 on my hip blow a nigga airborne (Boom Boom) Rare form I’m in a whole ‘nother zone Well, tell the niggas I’m in rare form Bread getting longer, the bars getting stronger (This shit easy nigga) ‘Cause on every song I’m a motherfucking monster (uhh) I’m in rare form (I’m in rare form nigga) Motherfucker I’m in rare form [Verse 2] It’s the almighty machine Ain’t no rapper hard like or got bars like the machine All night on the scene, sold raw white, it was clean In the yard right, I kept this AR pipe with the beam (Brrr) Don’t think I’m slippin’, the four right in my jeans I will let it off and send four right in your spleen The big dawg, I ball like I’m Kareem With the hooks, they ain’t know that the bull write it this mean I’m a God, right? And you’re like Cartwright From the free-throw line, I take off like I’m LaVine All the shit I seen, spent all night with the fiends Slept by the doorbell when all night it would ring The boy rock the McQueens, get the whore outta your dreams She don’t rock the Coach bag, my broad like the Celine Coppin’ the designer things and all type of new bling Rocking Louie, Supreme, give long pipe to your queen The machine , [Chorus] Uh, I’m in rare form (uh-huh) 40 on my hip blow a nigga airborne (Boom Boom) Rare form I’m in a whole ‘nother zone Well, tell the niggas I’m in rare form Bread getting longer, the bars getting stronger (This shit easy nigga) ‘Cause on every song I’m a motherfucking monster (uhh) I’m in rare form (I’m in rare form nigga) Motherfucker I’m in rare form [Outro] Line ’em niggas up, man That’s my word, line ’em niggas up And not none of this shit hit no pen and paper nigga Ain’t none of this shit on no motherfuckin’ iPhone, nigga I just stand in front of the mic and let that shit go, nigga Drums, we flood niggas I’m in rare form, nigga (Come on, nigga) Y’all niggas can’t fuck with me when I’m just doing like this Ayy, how y’all gon’ fuck with me when I write it, nigga I mean ask yourself Is you fuckin serious nigga Machine, bitch Yahhhhh] |
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