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I peep rap city high like to my
bitches and kids frontin to bring a shit
you get nothing from this write to bring the dumb shit
i neva ass my blast leaves you overcome-ed
the basement aroma should have for you're diploma
instead you out now you grabb the microphone ta
let the fox out a box out the
rippin to end your agenda 'cause im the microphone
you started rhyming you been barred from flyin
trying to me to (peat)? I didnt buy your tape 'cause pussy is cheap.
Pushing me deep so i it to fuck it.
You get to rubbish because my stuff is conducted.
On some that fuck the world shit dont make it happen.
You roll without friends but that sure attract them.
The five man travelin band i saggin my pants
skin color the slim brother.
I cancel and contort your support
ridiculed for havin thoughts to deliver you
give your brain lacerations.
Your having dreams about stardom is only masterbation
my is has awaken the criterion
so judgement is passed anyone i blast
bust in that ass and got for the clone
need to relax strait to the back like domes?

Where you at to all the bad heads the word
Where you at and if you fed by the herb
Where you at and all the keeping shit tough
you at and others talking shit about us... bitch

no excuses i feel that none needed
i know you resent me 'cause i study how im greeted.
Im quick to the mic for the rep and for the loot
im known around my village as the mouth that to shoot
now i no longer have for your irrelivance
because the ignorace is as dangerous as the inteligence
its all about the im trying to grasp it
and hopfully my son will me for my habits
i manage to pity those flavorless shitty flows.
Amped of their camp actin out favorite videos
save it me those trophes you call balls for my display case
now walk and save face fuck the beef even you belive it aint needed
i know that deep down you me 'cause you study how im greeted
its up seams, its pluggin holes,
slug knows its takes more than toy flows and a b-boy
see, he keeps it clear and he the fear
and he caught a grammy for strategy of the year
where oh where is the server current MCs need to take their bras off an burn them.

you at to the ones in the front with their hands in the air like they just dont care
Where you at and for the kids in the back surveying the stage to see whos wack
you at and to the ones that grab the mics at shows house partys or by themselves (goahead get your flow on man )
Where you at and for that kid crawling out of bed at night putting fame on trains bus benches and lights
Lavish il never have it i get to happy doing atmospheric damage to amaturish madness
Lavish il never have it i get to happy doing atmospheric damage to amaturish madness
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