| I’m sick of gossipping bithces and niggaz who gossip like bitches
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| claimin’they live but if you pop 'em they snitchin'
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| some watch from the building and gain knowledge of dealers
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| knowin’they lack the heart of those thats out on the benches
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| I was out in the trenches-which enables me to write such a powerful picture like Apocolypse Now
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| I put my heart in my lyrics everytime I sit down to write
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| my swords an inspiration, ain’t three and a half mics
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| I must have been an MC in my past life
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| presently I’m unquestionably poetic, I’m mad nice
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| people act like I don’t deserve nothing I got
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| I grew up in the spot, my sleep was interrupted by customers knocks
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| some of y’all should just stop the anomosity you got for me like it was not
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| for years we ran a marathon, its catostrophic
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| our time, death, and pride came out on conquest
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| subsequently some are with me others ain’t yet the gun is within mr I wish for nothing except that my mother was with me some place judgement against me based on nothing but envy
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| they pray for My Downfall like the song by Biggie
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| born in the city which never sleeps to rest the piece
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| its carved in stone, some starved while others bled to eat
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| rap is my legacy, I leave my seed my destiny
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| accept her, hope she never see the jealousy success can bring
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| the trife life and death of kings
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| I’m from the rarest breed of people who rep the street and spit poetically
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| never sleep, rest assured Mega is dope in his pure form
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| the dealer/MC keepin it real is my protocal
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| fall back I got you open off the style I was workin on it the beat is lifeless, 'till I put my verses on it
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| I reminisce confinement as I read a kite
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| from my people with secret indictment freedom and triumph
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| contemplating putting sprees on the tires
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| dominating this beat with my rhyming as if you need a reminder
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| I spit that drug dealer shit you might have seen on The Wire
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| what other lyricist is known for giving people cosignment
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| I’m eager with rhyming, I rock Iceberg jeans with Nikes
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| in extremists with rapping thats deep as Posidan
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| breedin’in violence now I live in a peaceful enviroment
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| a secret asylum from the streets where people be wilding
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| some probably will fear me from seeing me shining
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| like a phoenix arising from the dep show in the reef with defiance |