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"What it take"
"to be a great"
"MC"

If you ask me, it's much more than of Ceremonies
Because a lot of Cornballs
Don't it also means Mad Creativity
In day and age of mediocrity
There's two types of rappers that you'll and hear
But I prefer the with the lyrics of the year
Than the gimmick with the gear and the puppeteer
Now you can be the next ?? Shakespear
you're still 10 steps away from having a
You step up the plate to earn from your peers
And end up on deck for the of your years
I suppose this means greatness blood, sweat, and tears
It also takes an industry doesn't breed fear
Or pumping all this crap up in your ears
And ?? in the of what you get to hear
You got to recognize a determined idea
A righteous young mind is a devil's fear
But when you wanna give the people peace and
Everybody's mama wants a piece of the
So now I fall victim to and demand
Immaculate conceptions, born
Destined to be the story ever missed
means its meant to be for whoever's hearing this

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When all said and done it should be heard and seen
'Til this cold-hearted forces us to change teams
While the lust for the loot spreads out like
So the chase their tails while the nots chase their dreams
As the years the days, past the futures, meet fate
Like your firstborn, waiting for pop's date
Postpone, meanwhile, I accumulate
To revise and renew what was just heard and

been stated that I rhyme like God and I ?? like a poet
One hand ?? the other like Lady
Flip styles like Karolyi
Warm hearted, blooded
I write like left
I left opposites right what they off
My rights left as left to right beside me
my right hand man 'cause he left what's right
And I reserve the right to write I'm free
'Cause I free styles my pen,
That ya'll if you freestyled all day long
Literally, this literature for one orator
on the head
Emcee's emcee, that I be the emcee's
'Cause I am what I am thinking
Except when my mind's
My eyes open even when my drinking
I's a socializer, but more so those wiser
Ask yourself why's a music so misused it's contained
And not self
I myself contemplate 'til I make myself complain
my raps stay maintained, wrapped in cellophane
'Til unwrapped by human consumers?
no, so I rap wherever I go
And let it grow up in your brain like a

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Aiiyo, ya ya really know me well
There's more to me than ya got room for
And much much more than a verse or two
That's all you know about me, you ain't knowing that
You think I give a fuck whether or not my record
You're right but you see that ain't the way I'm keeping score
If one million people it does that make it true
You my music by whether or not my pocket's fat?
Well, you
When the cow you're milking
It yours but the job pays well, don't it?
And if you're lucky you can even get to a drop
We'll see who's happy when old but you're not grown
You see me? Now, yeah, you'll see me too
you up when the vantage point change, don't it?
I what's hip, but you determine if it's hop or pop
You're just a man a voice, pass the microphone
I know the between written rhymes and freestyles
You see, for me, it's having sex or making love
And you know by now I'm married to the pad and pen
But I'm entitled to on her every now and then
Will your children the hip hop history?
the songs you hate be shrouded in mystery?
Don't step to me your stats and your date smarts
You know your neighborhood by signs or landmarks?
I'm not talking 'bout the first record made
I'm talking the first one that ever made you
The first records that I played never me
And I can still play 'em today 'cause stay true
You know this time I'm only on the timeless
It makes sense now and then, yeah, now and
'Cause now it's picture perfect sense and then
It's making picture perfect like it did now