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If you run

[Verse 1: Mike]
Sit high as I on rhymes
Every line's like life on line, like on line
So every I sit, write rhymes
I write rhymes like life on line, cause my on line
And since life's on line I write these rhymes
It's no time for lyin', no time for
So allow me to humbly
That when I write rhymes I don't write, man I just
Cause the rhymes out my mind
Defined by design
And now's my time, talkin' to myself
When people think I'm out my mind, out my
it's 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
When I leave I see a saucer
Before I sleep, read the works of
Pretty young girl, I [?] her
We make love, then sip on syrup
Shouts out to my wife and our
you get when you are gifted
Bold and daring like Haring
Crack is wack, now is back
Cause time I flip a word
something like I'm flippin' on a bird
I got the whole hood a pack
And every fien with a and niggas flip, pocket got attacked
That'll send his ass to
And that is a fact, stuntin' like you Hollywood
That walk around, know how to act
know how to act
Jean Basquiat, you are not
Just a bitin' nigga that pop, that went 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
Givin' that Scorsese feel
to the jungle
Titans of the game, small, remain humble

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

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[Verse 3: KXNG
This is what I put my in
life behind bars, no pardon
Go ahead and act then
I've been at 'em since Eve was in the garden
The flow to hit you up
Split you up, the coroner will pick you up,
I'm like a pair of virgin twins
Attached to each other, I don't give two
Nah, cause y'all wild as
You rappers like a pile of shit
Fucked the pile of shit, and then gave birth to a of shit
You pile of
But I'm the Chief Rocka that vodka
The heat cocker, rock a beat
The boy colder a meat locker
The street chopper, it sound like a boxer
Enemies steppin'
When meet a weapon, they gon' see their reverend
they see the gates of Heaven, it's 187
Me and DJ EFN, we stay

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