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

Bam, the way opened 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 would stay
school upon
Some B-Boys put their bangs on
But some kept on
on to ruin
Others that were the same shit we thought we ruled in
But a surprise
The for being the best
Puts a quest for to rest

In the Midwest where
Is just a full
In a land of
Players, replacements, priests,
We
To MCs that may appreciate it
Guided by their envy insecurity and hatred
Separated by the props technique
And a desire to be the this week
I floss the speak
Cause is cheap
Even the broke kids can it
That's why I stand close and if you're dope I'm supportive
But if not
We'll keep the mic
For the one
the artform
And your wishes on the stars born

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

I used to be young, and full of vision
it was religious rituals
I initial decisions
I wanted to be a rapper world
Minneap to the Bronx
Capture girls in
Snap, crackle and
That's I found
The abyss that in-between the one that holds the mic and those that
even listen
Formed crews
Rocked shows at schools
Saturdays on the 18 make my way down to the record
I met a grip of that was bullshit
Was down with a lot of people that was
But I pull shit from the asshole of an angel I let him hassle and

The love triangle between me the mic and the
to studios
We want to make
We want to do shows and rock our own
Do our own
Fuckin' with this kid Kazir
engineer
Barely knew his own equipment,
The was urban
Wrecked
Made friends made
Overall we flows
And right now as I sit here writing
I'm buggin' off the people in my life that me like this

Within the
Fact
Tryin' to completely all channels of backsteppin'
From the of painted concrete
that on Franklin Ave
To the bird on the elevator
To that short in your cross
I got lost later
For efforts to
Just throw hands up in the air like a leper
I've been to that not so fresh
And to that not so serious state
manifestate

Well sometimes it and I don't answer it
That's it no
No thirst to find the
It was in me deep
It was and it grew
Gave it sleep and
It was efficient let it
There are a few that have developed when I let them in my
For the of em
I give them enough to cause infection
Not on attention
But if you ? it's
Open arms charms
I know the and I can spell them
is it
When one
Do leave with this interest
In fact most begin the business
me to the table
That's it no no less
The love the the stress
Slug, the mic, the

Yes, I've tested 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 mind
My take me into
I check one two
I guess do get pissed
But intentions were to
Built the empire I get tired
The ones that tare me don't know it
But they're the ones that build me
Now quietly in your say, "Yes you can feel me."

[Sample: "Asking himself, even the curtain goes up, what am I?
I am now 80 old, and more, and I am determined to find precisely
what I am, what I amount to. They me I am everything, they flatter
me everyday, of my life. I am now to subject myself to a rigorous
test in to find out really what 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
out what I am before I die."]