This is a song about "Italian rhyme"

Yeah, punch line after punch line, rhyme after rhyme/

Looking at the sky, hoping a light would shine

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

Riper than italian rye

But this italian is too slick, guess it's my greasy skin.

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

Casually ill drop a rhyme

Corduroys, cam will shine

You better get yours fore i reach mine

For me to manufacture a rhyme/

And just in time your head is mine

And don't regurgitate your last rhyme,

In time we learned to live a life of crime

Hardest mothafucka on this rhyme.

I shine, you shine, so we shine

Whats time? it keeps ticking while i rhyme