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

Bam, the way opened for me
I saw and told the story
Raw day dreams of glory
high,
Hall way
Lockin' MCs
Beat boxin', Zulu Nation wannabees
It take long to see who would stay strong
school upon
Some B-Boys put their 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 to rest

In the Midwest where
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 technique
And a desire to be the tops week
I floss the speak
Cause talk is
Even the broke can afford it
That's why I stand close and if you're dope then I'm
But if not
We'll the mic warm
For the one
the artform
And make your wishes on the born

Within the
Fact tryin' to completely avoid all channels of backstepping
From the lines of paint on the
They reside on Street
To the way we close our to sleep
And drift through Deep Space 9 type
To this
I've been for as long as sound
I've to that not so fresh faze
And not so serious state but I've evolved
Metamorphed

I used to be young, and full of vision
Like it was rituals
I initial decisions
I wanted to be a rapper world
From Minneap to the
Capture in crowns
Snap, crackle and
That's I found
The abyss that in-between the one that holds the mic and those that
don't even
Formed some
Rocked talent at schools
on the 18 make my way down to the record pool
I met a grip of people was bullshit
Was down with a lot of people that was
But I pull shit the asshole of an angel before I let him hassle and

The love triangle between me the mic and the
Went to
We to make demos
We to do shows and rock our own instrumentals
Do our own
around with this kid Kazir
Nitwit
knew his own equipment, Atmosphere
The prefix was
shows
Made friends foes
Overall we flows
And now as I sit here writing this
I'm buggin' off the people in my life that me like this

the movement
Fact
Tryin' to completely avoid all channels of
From the of painted concrete
that reside on Ave
To the dead on the elevator
To that short in your fader
I never got later
For efforts to
Just throw your hands up in the air like a
I've been to that not so faze
And to not quite so serious state
Metamorph

Well sometimes it and I don't answer it
it no asterisks
No to find the circumstances
It was planted in me
It was nurtured and it
Gave it and nutrition
It was let it through
There are a few that have developed I let them in my spectrum
For the of em
I them just enough to cause infection
Not trippin' on
But if you ? it's
Open patient charms
I the words and I can spell them
is it
When one
Do they leave with this
In most begin crave the business
Bringin' me to the
That's it no more no
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 sayin' I'm better you
That's my state
My rhymes take me
I check one two
I guess some do get
But intentions were to
the empire before I get tired
The that tare me down don't know it
But they're the same that build me
Now quietly in your say, "Yes you can feel me."

[Sample: "Asking himself, even before the curtain goes up, am I?
I am now 80 years old, and more, and I am determined to precisely
what I am, what I amount to. 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 what I am I die."]