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I'm sick of gossiping bitches and niggaz who gossip like bitches |
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Claimin' they live but if you pop 'em they snitchin' |
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Some watch from the building and gain knowledge of dealers |
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Knowin' they lack the heart of those thats out on the benches |
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I was out in the trenches-which enables me |
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To write such a powerful picture like apocalypse now |
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I put my heart in my lyrics every time I sit down to write |
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My swords an inspiration, ain't three and a half mics |
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I must have been an MC in my past life |
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Presently I'm unquestionably poetic, I'm mad nice |
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People act like I don't deserve nothing I got |
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I grew up in the spot, my sleep was interrupted |
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By customers knocks |
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Some of y'all should just stop the animosity |
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You got for me like it was not |
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For years we ran a marathon, it's catastrophic |
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Our time, death and pride came out on conquest |
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Subsequently some are with me others ain't yet the gun is within |
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Mr, I wish for nothing except that my mother was with me |
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Some place judgment against me based on nothing but envy |
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They pray for my downfall like the song by biggie |
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Born in the city which never sleeps to rest the piece |
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It's carved in stone, some starved while others bled to eat |
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Rap is my legacy, I leave my seed my destiny |
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Accept her, hope she never see the jealousy success can bring |
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The trifle life and death of kings |
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I'm from the rarest breed of people |
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Who rep the street and spit poetically |
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Never sleep, rest assured mega is dope in his pure form |
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The dealer, MC keepin' it real is my protocol |
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Fall back I got you open off the style I was workin' on it |
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The beat is lifeless, till I put my verses on it |
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I reminisce confinement as I read a kite |
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From my people with secret indictment freedom and triumph |
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Contemplating putting sprees on the tires |
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Dominating this beat with my rhyming as if you need a reminder |
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I spit that drug dealer shit you might have seen on the wire |
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What other lyricist is known for giving people consignment |
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I'm eager with rhyming, I rock iceberg jeans with Nikes |
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In extremists with rapping thats deep as posidan |
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Breedin' in violence now I live in a peaceful environment |
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A secret asylum from the streets where people be wilding |
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Some probably will fear me from seeing me shining |
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Like a phoenix arising from the deep show in the reef with defiance |
