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If you run

[Verse 1: Mike]
Sit high as I on rhymes
Every line's like life on line, life on line
So every time I sit, write
I write rhymes like life on line, my life on line
And life's on line when I write these rhymes
It's no time for lyin', no for lyin'
So allow me to humbly
That when I write rhymes I don't write, man I rhyme
Cause the rhymes out my mind
Defined by design
And my time, mostly talkin' to myself
When people think I'm out my mind, out my
Cause it's in my heart, there my art
Joan of Arc, I'll be a martyr, like they marked her
My faulter, I didn't alter
I leave I see a flyin' saucer
Before I sleep, read the of Chaucer
Pretty stripper girl, I [?] her
We make love, sip on cough syrup
Shouts out to my wife and our
you get when you are gifted
Bold and daring Keith Haring
is wack, now crack is back
Cause every time I flip a
It's something like I'm flippin' on a
I got the whole rippin' a pack
And every fien with a rock and niggas flip, got attacked
That'll send his ass to
And that is a fact, stuntin' like you Africans
That around, don't know how to act
know how to act
Jean Basquiat, you are not
Just a nigga that went 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
Welcome to the
Titans of the game, small, remain humble

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

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

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