| I was your typical white kid straight from the suburbs, when i would rhyme i
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| just stuttered,
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| Hungered for this my tongue twisted back flips just to spit it
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| Pure critics all up in my business it all started in the basement lase the
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| rhyme arrangement
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| Beats i prepared for the invasion
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| I never would a done it without christ the subject,
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| I know the truth you can’t touch it
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| Rhyming with a reason, ain’t no time for sleeping
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| All my brothers emceeing how you feeling
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| Come on
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| I’m feeling like i need some where to hide yo i know the feeling of pride i’ve
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| been denied yo
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| All my brothers emcee’s if you’re feeling me
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| Open lips on the m.i.c
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| All my life i’ve been seeking it searching it
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| Reading in working it
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| The whole world’s cursing it versatile lifestyle kind a different
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| Finger prints hit diligence rinse instruments
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| Chances are you don’t know me ye haven’t seen me
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| Like tv industry puppets, in underground scene
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| Hold for a second pause for a minute
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| Box religious lips, sip the vine rap ridiculous
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| Not the new hype, its true blue eyes, and white
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| Yes a hidden prototype, censored with appetite
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| Back stage i wrestle hyde he won’t let go i’ve tried manafesto release the dr.
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| jekel inside
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| You know the feeling when people ain’t behind you
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| I know the feeling when they just straight deny you
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| Once you make it they beside you always try to find you strip you for your cash,
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| and just ride you
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| The lifestyles of an mc gone famous, once he was nameless
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| Now on ye pages, covers stages, style contagious,
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| You know his faces receiving all the crowds praises
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| So much straining entertaining, hold my brain in,
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| I just jump on the stage start raging
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| Doing this for my people, lay down my ego
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| Know my stylo, harder than steel toes ill flows and concepts,
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| I’m manafest, on the mics righteous
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| Sip and digest across the continent, i got no tolerance, for fraudgilance
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| Release rhymes as top secret documents. |