Ain't No Crime - Gangstagrass

Innovate the flow, you can’t mimic it

Sound never dies, Ecko Unlimited

Pro Bowl rhyme, y’all high school scrimmaging

Half futuristic, half primitive

Progressive — still rooted

In the history that makes the source of all trueness

I don’t give a damn how much you move units

I’m dragging y’all back to school like truants

Back in action, tagged backpack then

Don’t be surprised when I rhyme in Latin

Ipso facto, sharper than Exacto

Knives, cats need to have nine lives

Cuz I’m taking them five at a time

When you’re reborn don’t even try to rhyme

Blessed with one of the finest of minds

No limit to the heights that I’m going to climb

Mute the voice you need a better plan

R-SON, set it like no other?

You bet he can

Call your bookie, taking rookies and veterans

Ursa Major, eating up Teddy Grahams

I see you bout to lose your mind

Get free there ain’t no stopping the shine

Got it bad, got it bad

Got it bad, got it bad and that ain’t no crime

(Dolio the Sleuth)

Always down for the cause so I’ll never starve

Hella bars, break it off better than the regular

Get y’all with a full plate you couldn’t finish off

Even with them hinged-off boa constrictor jaws

Thick chick with a frame need bigger draws

Make you spit a little game, try to hit it off

Take the bull by the horns, get a minotaur

Make her shake off of that lame and get with a boss

Lawd — tell me shorty, are you bout this?

We can see what kind of mischief we get found in

They get strumming and the beat just get to pounding

Sounding like we ‘bout to tumble down a mountain

Clowning, feeling I’ve been on my grind

Another round for my people, get it one mo' time

We get down making music and it’s oh so live

Play it loud so you hear it ‘bout to blow yo' mind

I see you bout to lose your mind

Get free there ain’t no stopping the shine

Got it bad, got it bad

Got it bad, got it bad and that ain’t no crime

Bridge

Ain’t no stoppin' the shine, make you lose your mind

Ain’t no stoppin' the shine, make you lose your mind

Make you lose your mind

I see you bout to lose your mind

Get free there ain’t no stopping the shine

Got it bad, got it bad

Got it bad, got it bad and that ain’t no crime

Breakdown:

Got It Bad Got It Bad (and that ain’t no crime)

(R-SON)

Blessed with a set of rhyming skills

Taken there like Bryan Mills

I’m that kind of ill

You’re in a pickle with the brine and dills

Got lines like a pack of porcupines has quills

You must be high on pills of all types of doses

Hit like the fist of the Flying Lotus

Right now I’m putting all of y’all on notice