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One the next in line
It's inspection time let me check your
Your pedigree don't hold up next to
I'm a thouroughbred of the excellent kind

Brother Ali and asking
The text definition of brute passion
The future, the past, a champion is born
never made and that's a you can't pretend
I think outside of the box
I rhyme better of the booth
There's no hiding the truth, I'm the genuine positive
I buck through the roof set the hostages loose, shoo
One might got to give real a
But it will recognise A alike once the finish
Bleak grimacing winters led him to seek
With every bit the mistique of a street
Self appointed with power vested
to hand sentances from bus stop benches
He's relentless with his it's in his spirit
You don't want to read about it you want to feel it
Shit happens but I'm in a shit storm
Its normal, what you think I balled up a fist for?
They thought I was born yesterday right
Well fucker I stayed up all night
Hit me hard huh

Oh the gon' cold cock you
You a born bitch showboating imposter
I'm a known stone ghetto philosopher
I think very deeply, I aspire to be
through these credentials of mine
I'm exquisite and only get with time
And not yet in my
I age like and got a good goddamn head at the end of my spine
Plus I outside of those confines
Meaning my is yet to be defined
Ya'll will try putting ribbons in the sky
you would hit your head on that rooty-poot box you inside
What you gon' do when the well dry
Human grown images just get old
So when we get old you be out in the cold
and I'ma still keep chasing what I'm

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