| Trapped in the darkness
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| Spittin' these raps like we trapped up in Spofford
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| Goin' through nonsense
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| Spittin' forbidden raps off the noggin
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| Trapped up in Gotham
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| Rappin' assassins from Harlem
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| Burn you trash-ass rappers to ashes
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| We sparkin' the L’s in the parkin'
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| Burnin' the cess and reflectin' on life as a young adolescence
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| Pressin' the pen to the page, learn the lessons
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| No worries, no stressin'
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| Just tryin' to calm the pain, so I bomb my brain
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| Straight up, with Absolut vodka
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| Tryin' to get at these coppers
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| Who lettin' off 41 shots on the block-a
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| Represent heavenly divine, and we’ll pop ya
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| It’s like war on the ghetto on streets
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| It’s like war givin' metal to beasts
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| I got caught tryin' to settle some beef
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| Now I chill, tryin' to get up in me
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| Writin' these raps, blazin' them trees
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| It’s like war on the ghetto on streets
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| It’s like war givin' metal to beasts
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| I got caught tryin' to settle some beef
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| Now I chill, tryin' to get up in me
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| Writin' these raps, blazin' them trees
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| Ready to put holes in you crime unit po-nuts
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| Eatin' jelly donuts, chillin' on the block and we go nuts
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| These cops tryin' to blow up every damn spot
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| And you know what, I’mma stay bustin' Ghetto Revolution
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| Blinkin' wit the luger, doin' what I gotta
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| Trapped in that everyday saga, bustin' for Diallo
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| Livin' trapped in the Apple where it’s rotten
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| Cats stay plottin', fiendin' in the market
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| Knowin' us niggas is nothin' but targets
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| Starvin', surrounded with nothin' but everyday problems
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| Bust Ghetto Rev, bust Ghetto Rev
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| Bust Ghetto Rev, straight to the head
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| Puffin' on a beadie, yo, pump Megilah graphitti
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| Live and direct, interject with thoughts that get me vexed
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| Bitches and Becks get me wet
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| Hyped on the set, bustin' Ghetto Rev 'til I’m dead
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| Crackin' dutches to fuck up my head
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| It’s like everyday it rains
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| Sometimes it feels like I’m trapped in a maze of pain
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| Tryin' to escape insane thoughts that cross my mind
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| In due time, I was like… taught divine
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| Holdin' the mic, starvin' to shine
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| Writin' these lines you snort, to pop the cork
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| Everyday remain live, cause animals rock
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| New York, it’s like we pop all sorts of pills
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| To painkill, yo, days that’s cold
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| I stay froze, trapped inside New York, the Cold Vein
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| Just a blood vessel tryin' to move, but I own pay
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| Straight up, raps thats raw, not, ugh
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| Raps thats raw, Ghetto Rev, Ghetto Rev
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| You know, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
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| It’s like war in the ghetto on streets
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| It’s like war givin' metal to beasts
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| I caught caught tryin' to settle some beef
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| Now I chill, tryin' to get up in me
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| Writin' these raps, blazin' them trees
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| It’s like … in the ghetto on streets
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| It’s like … givin' metal to beasts
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| I got … tryin' to settle some beef
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| Now I chill, tryin' to get up in me
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| Writin' these raps, blazin' them trees
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| Zach One on the boards, you know
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| We out in the street doin' our thing, whatever
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| It’s all clever, Megagraphitti
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| Straight up for you Rap City niggas |