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

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

In the Midwest where
Is a hand full
In a land of
Players, replacements, priests,
We
To MCs that may appreciate it
Guided by their envy insecurity and hatred
by the gimmie props technique
And a desire to be the tops this
I gotta the speak
talk is cheap
Even the kids can afford it
That's why I stand and if you're dope then I'm supportive
But if not
We'll keep the mic
For the one
Respect the
And make your wishes on the 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 close our to sleep
And drift through Deep Space 9 type
To this
been around for as long as sound
I've to that not so fresh faze
And that not so serious state but evolved
manifestate

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

The triangle between me the mic and the turntable
Went to
We to make demos
We want to do shows and our own instrumentals
Do our own
Fuckin' around this kid Kazir
engineer
Barely knew his own equipment,
The was urban
Wrecked
Made friends foes
we made flows
And now as I sit here writing this
I'm off the people in my life that made me like this

the movement
Fact
to completely avoid all channels of backsteppin'
From the lines of concrete
that reside on Ave
To the dead bird on the
To that short in your cross
I never got lost
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 sometimes it rings and I answer it
it no asterisks
No to find the circumstances
It was planted in me
It was and it grew
Gave it and nutrition
It was let it through
There are a few that have developed when I let them in my
For the of em
I them just enough to cause infection
Not on attention
But if you ? welcome
Open arms patient
I know the and I can spell them
is it
When one
Do they leave this interest
In fact most crave the business
me to the table
That's it no more no
The love the life the
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 than you
That's my mind
My take me into
I check one two
I guess some do get
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 that me
Now quietly in your say, "Yes you can feel me."

"Asking himself, even before the curtain goes up, what am I?
I am now 80 years old, and more, and I am determined to precisely
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 find out really what I am. I care about FREEDOM? I don't
about rule, anymore. It is of no importance to me, as such, but I
out what I am before I die."]