This is a song about "Good rhyme"

Writing rhyme after rhyme every year

Give these niggas the pink slip when they appear

Just go back to nursery,and learn at least one rhyme that's good enough to be called a line,

I must be goin' out my mindlike i'm up against the worldthis guerilla team of mine

To blast out that pipebomb rhyme

Guess im ahead of my time

Chasing money in the city of crime

To understand the words in my rhyme

So let's have a toast, everything fine

And don't regurgitate your last rhyme,

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Welcome to organized crime

No rhyme is a bad rhyme

But most of the time

Spittin rhyme after rhyme and committin hard crime

My world a little darker, like a fuckin' tan line