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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 ways and the story
Raw day dreams of glory
high,
Hall way
faggot MCs
Beat boxin', Zulu Nation wannabees
It didn't take long to see who would stay
High upon
Some put their gang bangs on
But kept on doing
Step on to
Others were pursuing the same shit we thought we ruled in
But a surprise
The for being the best
Puts a quest for allies to

In the Midwest heads
Is a hand full
In a land of
Players, replacements, priests,
We
To break MCs that may it
Guided by their insecurity and their hatred
by the gimmie props technique
And a desire to be the this week
I floss the speak
Cause is cheap
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 on the stars born

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

I used to be young, dumb and of vision
it was religious rituals
I made decisions
I wanted to be a rapper world
From to the Bronx
Capture in crowns
Snap, and stomp
That's I found
The abyss that sits in-between the one that holds the mic and that
don't listen
some crews
Rocked talent shows at
Saturdays on the 18 my way down to the record pool
I met a grip of people was bullshit
Was with a lot of people that was bullshit
But I pull shit the asshole of an angel before 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 our own instrumentals
Do our own
Fuckin' around with kid Kazir
engineer
Barely his own equipment, Atmosphere
The was urban
Wrecked
friends made foes
Overall we made
And now as I sit here writing this
I'm buggin' off the people in my life that made me like

the movement
Fact
to completely avoid all channels of backsteppin'
From the of painted concrete
reside on Franklin Ave
To the dead bird on the
To short in your cross fader
I never got later
For to pester
Just your hands up in the air like a leper
I've been to not so fresh faze
And to that not quite so state
manifestate

Well sometimes it rings and I answer it
That's it no
No to find the circumstances
It was planted in me
It was and it grew
Gave it and nutrition
It was efficient let it
There are a few that have when I let them in my spectrum
For the of em
I give them enough to cause infection
Not on attention
But if you ? welcome
Open patient charms
I the words and I can spell them
is it
When one
Do leave with this interest
In fact most crave the business
Bringin' me to the
That's it no no less
The love the life the
Slug, the mic, the

Yes, I've been tested and I've tested
I'm not sayin' I'm the
I'm not
Like the of em
Just sayin' I'm than you
That's my mind
My take me into
When I one two
I some do get pissed
But were to inspire
Built the empire before I get
The that tare me down don't know it
But they're the same ones that me
Now quietly in 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 determined to find
what I am, what I amount to. They tell me I am everything, flatter
me everyday, of my life. I am now going to subject myself to a
test in order to 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
find out I am before I die."]