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[Sample: "Have you it? Sing along.
If you didn't hear it you're gonna hear it now."]

Bam, the door way for me
I saw ways and the story
Raw day dreams of glory
high,
Hall way
faggot MCs
Beat boxin', breakin' Zulu Nation
It didn't take long to see who stay strong
High upon
B-Boys put their gang bangs on
But kept on doing
Step on to
Others that were pursuing the same shit we we ruled in
But a surprise
The passion for the best
Puts a quest for allies to

In the where heads
Is a hand full
In a land of
Players, replacements, priests,
We
To break MCs may appreciate it
by their envy insecurity and their hatred
Separated by the gimmie props
And a desire to be the tops week
I floss the speak
talk is cheap
Even the broke can afford it
That's why I stand close and if dope then I'm supportive
But if not
keep the mic warm
For the one
the artform
And make your on the stars born

the movement
Fact checkin' tryin' to completely avoid all of backstepping
From the of paint on the concrete
reside on Lake Street
To the way we our eyes to sleep
And drift through Deep Space 9 type
To this
I've been around for as long as
been to that not so fresh faze
And that not so serious state but evolved
Metamorphed

I to be young, dumb and full of vision
Like it was religious
I made initial
I wanted to be a world renown
Minneap to the Bronx
Capture in crowns
Snap, and stomp
That's what I
The abyss that sits in-between the one that holds the mic and those
don't even
Formed some
Rocked shows at schools
Saturdays on the 18 make my way down to the pool
I met a grip of people was bullshit
Was with a lot of people that was bullshit
But I pull shit from the asshole of an angel before I let him and

The triangle between me the mic and the turntable
to studios
We want to demos
We want to do and rock our own instrumentals
Do our own
Fuckin' with this kid Kazir
Nitwit
Barely his own equipment, Atmosphere
The prefix was
Wrecked
Made friends made
Overall we made
And right now as I sit here this
I'm buggin' off the people in my life that made me like

Within the
checkin'
Tryin' to completely avoid all of backsteppin'
From the of painted concrete
that on Franklin Ave
To the dead on the elevator
To that short in cross fader
I never got later
For efforts to
Just your hands up in the air like a leper
been to that not so fresh faze
And to that not so serious state
manifestate

Well it rings and I don't answer it
it no asterisks
No to find the circumstances
It was in me deep
It was and it grew
it sleep and nutrition
It was efficient let it
There are a few have developed when I let them in my spectrum
For the of em
I give them just to cause infection
Not trippin' on
But if you ? welcome
Open arms charms
I know the and I can spell them
is it
When one
Do they leave with this
In fact most begin crave the
me to the table
That's it no no less
The love the the stress
Slug, the mic, the

Yes, I've been and I've tested some
I'm not I'm the best
I'm not
Like the of em
Just I'm better than you
That's my mind
My rhymes take me
I check one two
I some do get pissed
But intentions were to
Built the before I get tired
The ones that me down don't know it
But they're the same ones that me
Now in your head say, "Yes you can feel me."

[Sample: "Asking himself, even before the curtain up, what am I?
I am now 80 years old, and more, and I am to find precisely
what I am, what I to. They tell me I am everything, they flatter
me everyday, of my life. I am now going to subject myself to a
test in order to find out really I am. I don't care about FREEDOM? I don't
about rule, anymore. It is of no to me, as such, but I must
find out I am before I die."]