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It's time to separate the rookies from vets |
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Pussies from threats, truth and(from) lies |
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Supplies from dealers and death |
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Im feeling this, |
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I'm young and ruthless |
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Status unmatched undisputed, some assuming |
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My destiny to rep these streets |
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I'M BUILT |
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FOR THIS The will is too strong |
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Feel this(feelings) numb from dealing too long |
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Its real count ya friends when you on |
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My pen is visual |
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I'm real, men are miserable |
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I feel the tension growing |
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You hold a grudge, a 45 with infra holding no love |
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Hungry like my ribs are showing, as if you didn't notice |
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I spit the potent, uncut raw my mind is pure ferocious |
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Like a shark |
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I tear you open cut you blood in my ocean |
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My pen it ghost people, like dope needles |
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When I rhyme theres no equal |
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The flow will freeze you, like medusa stair |
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I'm so lethal |
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Obvious I'm a vill, with odds against me |
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Like Rasheed |
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Wallace its hard to stick me |
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I'M BUILT |
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FOR THIS In the street, |
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I'm powerful if shit gets dirty 30-30 clips will shower, you exist cause |
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I allow you to live |
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I concord(conquered) you, |
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I kinda knew you was weak |
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I can see how cowards do |
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I write epic facing a scholar, question my life expectant(expectance) |
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My essence is getting money, my oral life(my aura like) |
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Lexus On the mic |
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I'm relentlence, prosude(pursue) the perfection |
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Ya new connect for pure, uncut raw - what |
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I caught a rush when ever my palms clutch a gun, pen or a ki |
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Or a dyme satisfy my every need |
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I write rhymes with killer instinct, yet to find a nigga iller then me |
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Some smile at my face, yet they still against me |
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I ??? the fake, never sleep or denie death for waste |
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Or compisate(conversate) in the presence of snakes |
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When & where and time |
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I'm measuring weight |
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You destine(d) to think or(yo) where does he get this paper, son we nearly extinct |
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I realized that when burring spank(buried Spank), the real will parish(perish) ya life |
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Conceal evidence my rhyme skill is ex(c)elent |
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M - for the man |
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E - executioner |
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G - get money |
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A - all my niggas movin up |
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I'M BUILT |
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FOR THIS For real its in me, like |
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R. K ill(R. Kell', I) make you feel the big heat |
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The illest is me, the drug dealer empties semi-auto |
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I conceal on these streets |
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To uphold the kiss of death and try to deal ki's and snort blow |
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You cant replace me |
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I live the rhyme |
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I visualize, you aint real |
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I (I can) see it in ya eyes |
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I spit nines, weight(weigh) coke on scales thats digitalized |
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The realness |
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I live and die, the streets |
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I impitalize(epitomize) the trife life |
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I rock juels with ice, verbally |
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I bruise mics |
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Mega live it |
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I'm ghetto, my shit is chromed out |
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Give me a pen and watch a nigga zone out |
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I can't believe the shit |
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I spit is from my own mouth |