| Check out the rhyme, ruffled pages up in my book
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| Its been ah long time, the burner still hot, each line cook
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| Pan sear, i enter no fear, just like Madea
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| Hibernated front line year, center ya ear
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| This ah bangah, sista now acting like stranga
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| I still keep ah loop, wrapped around tight, the wranglah
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| Fish you out the pond, code name is rapper John
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| Blowin like ah bomb, flow crazy as Ason
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| Peace my brotha, knowledge tah understanding
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| Discovered, dreams the only things thats seen
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| See me on scene smothered
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| Illah is the name, i want money, power and fame
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| Advancements, the rest of my clan, they want the same.
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| I still aim, tryna hit all of my targets
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| Startin wit the hardest, one shot boom
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| Dearly departed
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| You see the god wit sharp shooters
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| Niggas is heartless
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| Doin this, till the end of time
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| Dude regardless. |