Lyrics of ' Hell Of a Rhyme ' by Luke Christopher

I was born on noble back when niggas had to run away quick, see
Old folks never like when young ass kids be
Shooting hoops down by the drive-way
And if I hit the ball over the wall, I'd have to go and take the side way
I say, I say
I may have raised some hell at my schools
Fighting in lines and trying to stay cool
Like urkel, on the wall like murals
In my hoodie and my air force one pair more
Though I was not a scholar, I could make the ladies holler
Started spittin' from the heart when they was spitting from the wallet
Talking 'bout how they forever kings, yeah right
Forever never long as it do seem, yeah right
I used to, tell stories at the park on the playground
And after dark if ever the cops would come we’d have to stay down
Told my nigga adrian, shh they heard you lay down
I'mma hit the hill and flip the bird on the way down
See that was how we rolled, that was how we rolled
We were never hood but we had a lot of soul, so
Anytime I'm back at home doing a show yo
I have the mother fucker bouncing like a pogo

Yeah, so get your hands high
If you in the mood for a hell of a time
Call up the homies get a bottle of wine
And I'll supply you with a hell of a rhyme like
Yeah, so get your hands high
If you in the mood for a hell of a time
Drive to the store get a bottle of wine
And I'll supply you with a hell of a rhyme like

I was wearing them off-white chucks with the floral printed pants
With only 15 bucks we took a cab to the dance
Hopped out with the baddest chicks in the room
Heard the teachers saying, "man I'm glad they graduate soon," yes!
And on the nights where we were hurting for real
We'd drive through beverly hills just to see how it feels
If the weather was cold, we would hit up a show
Tried to sneak into the back so I can spit them a flow
If we was late, we rode our bikes after the bus
We were the legends of the summer, there's a chapter for us
In a book somewhere, yeah somewhere pretty
In an old library in a forgotten city, man!
Life is the fastest
Ain't nobody tell you 'bout the life of a rapper
It's all, money and gold, cars and hoes
But diamonds don’t shine in the dark
Ergo we sayin' this!