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If you run

[Verse 1: Mike]
Sit as I ride on rhymes
Every line's life on line, like life on line
So time I sit, write rhymes
I write rhymes like life on line, cause my on line
And since life's on line when I write rhymes
It's no for lyin', no time for lyin'
So allow me to chime
That when I write rhymes I don't write, man I rhyme
Cause the rhymes come out my
Defined by divine
And now's my time, mostly to myself
people think I'm out my mind, out my mind
Cause in my heart, there lives my art
Like of Arc, I'll be a martyr, like they marked her
My only faulter, I didn't
I leave I see a flyin' saucer
Before I sleep, read the works of
Pretty stripper girl, I [?] her
We make love, then sip on cough
out to my wife and our mistress
Gifts you get when you are
Bold and like Keith Haring
is wack, now crack is back
Cause every I flip a word
It's something I'm flippin' on a bird
I got the whole hood rippin' a
And every with a rock and niggas flip, pocket got attacked
That'll send his ass to
And is a fact, stuntin' like you Hollywood Africans
walk around, don't know how to act
Don't how to act
Jean Basquiat, you are not
Just a bitin' nigga that went pop, that pop
You just a bitin' nigga that pop, that went pop
You ain't no or Pac

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From the era where pen game real
niggas that Scorsese feel
Welcome to the
Titans of the game, you're small, humble

[Verse 2:
Passion of with the passion of Pac
Surveillance on every ave, block
Big brother, above
catchin' bodies, leavin' prints, no gloves
Cashin' in on inmate
Tryna stay focused, I gotta my pen straight
Fuck a vacation at Penn State
We got no cause we get weight
Most to the signs of the times
Tryna elevate minds the lines in my rhymes
Chuck D with a Pusha T
all odds, nigga what it's gon' be?
I'm tryna see what saw
Pray it all happen martial law
One life to live and the time's steady
The people want more so the steady lickin'
street nigga, heavy kush roller
The a virus like ebola

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[Verse 3: CROOKED]
This is I put my heart in
Livin' life behind bars, no
Go ahead and act hard
I've gettin' at 'em since Eve was in the garden
The about to hit you up
Split you up, the coroner will pick you up,
I'm livin' a pair of virgin twins
Attached to other, I don't give two fucks
Nah, cause wild as shit
You rappers like a pile of shit
Fucked the pile of shit, and then birth to a pile of shit
You pile of
But I'm the Chief Rocka keep vodka
The cocker, rock a beat proper
The boy colder a meat locker
The chopper, it sound like a beat boxer
stay steppin'
When they meet a weapon, gon' see their reverend
When they see the gates of Heaven, 187
Me and DJ EFN, we stay

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