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[Sample: "Have you it? Sing along.
If you hear it you're gonna hear it right now."]

Bam, the door way for me
I saw ways and the story
Raw day of holding glory
high,
Hall way
faggot MCs
Beat boxin', breakin' Zulu wannabees
It didn't take long to see who would strong
school upon
Some B-Boys put gang bangs on
But kept on doing
on to ruin
Others that were pursuing the shit we thought we ruled in
But what a
The passion for the best
Puts a quest for allies to

In the where heads
Is just a hand
In a of gangstas
Players, replacements, priests,
We
To break MCs that may it
Guided by envy insecurity and their hatred
Separated by the gimmie props
And a desire to be the this week
I floss the speak
talk is cheap
Even the kids can afford it
That's why I stand close and if you're dope I'm supportive
But if not
We'll the mic warm
For the one
Respect the
And make your wishes on the born

Within the
Fact checkin' to completely avoid all channels of backstepping
From the of paint on the concrete
They on Lake Street
To the way we close our eyes to
And through Deep Space 9 type shit
To this
I've been for as long as sound
I've been to not so fresh faze
And not so serious state but I've evolved
manifestate

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

The love triangle me the mic and the turntable
Went to
We want to 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 was urban
Wrecked
friends made foes
Overall we made
And right now as I sit here this
I'm buggin' off the people in my life that made me this

Within the
checkin'
Tryin' to avoid all channels of backsteppin'
From the lines of painted
reside on Franklin Ave
To the dead bird on the
To that short in your cross
I got lost later
For efforts to
Just throw your hands up in the air a leper
I've been to 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 thirst to find the
It was planted in me
It was nurtured and it
Gave it and nutrition
It was let it through
There are a few that 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 leave with this interest
In fact begin crave the business
Bringin' me to the
That's it no no less
The the life the stress
Slug, the mic, the

Yes, I've tested and I've tested some
I'm not sayin' I'm the
I'm not
Like the of em
Just sayin' I'm than you
my mind state
My take me into
I check one two
I some do get pissed
But intentions to inspire
Built the before I get tired
The that tare me down don't know it
But they're the same ones 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 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 myself to a rigorous
test in order to find out 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."]