| Now, I know the truth hurts
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| And at first you don’t succeed then try again
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| But if it wasn’t meant to be, please put down the pen
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| Without ease I clown these men because I wouldn’t want to hurt them
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| But choose another area more suitable to work in
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| If you can’t foot the bill, then step in other direction
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| Don’t live this illusion, accept and make corrections
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| Selection isn’t limited, someone had to invented it
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| There’s infinite paths to choose, why crews confuse down the wrong one?
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| You’ll regret it in the long run, you can talk a gang of rap but if you never
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| get no songs done
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| It’s pointless and I point this out so you can know
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| A pre-written rhyme at an open mic isn’t rippin a show
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| I don’t just flow, I’m part of 'em
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| My lifestyle and artist on a full time trek, through hip-hop and effect
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| That’s what I am, and i know thats cliché to say but damn
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| When I wake up, I’ve got rhymes jumping from my diaphragm
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| You lie and scam to convince, but since, your tactics are unsportsmanlike your
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| playing constant defense
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| And we sense your confidence level, you meddle with the pen on weekends
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| Your just a part-time rap pebble
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| And I’m a stone, rock hard to the bone
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| I dont condone, incompetent, half ass non prominent moves
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| I soothed souls, man I rolled with the Legends
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| Music fills my bloodstream, it’s almost '97 and you just started?
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| That’s not allowed, don’t crowd my area
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| Start sharing yours with the scores, of others trying to bury the meaning
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| I’m fiending for more, staying true is not a chore, Think about it Twice before
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| you step foot through the door
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| Need to quit |