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[Sample: "Have you it? Sing along.
If you didn't it you're gonna hear it right now."]

Bam, the door way for me
I saw and told the story
Raw day dreams of glory
high,
Hall way
Lockin' MCs
boxin', breakin' Zulu Nation wannabees
It didn't long to see who would stay strong
High upon
Some B-Boys put gang bangs on
But some kept on
on to ruin
Others that pursuing the same shit we thought we ruled in
But a surprise
The passion for being the
Puts a for allies to rest

In the Midwest heads
Is just a full
In a of gangstas
Players, replacements, priests,
We
To break MCs may appreciate it
Guided by their envy and their hatred
by the gimmie props technique
And a desire to be the tops this
I floss the speak
Cause is cheap
Even the broke kids can it
why I stand close and if you're dope then I'm supportive
But if not
We'll keep the mic
For the one
Respect the
And make your wishes on the stars

Within the
Fact checkin' tryin' to completely avoid all channels of
From the lines of on the concrete
They reside on Lake
To the way we close our eyes to
And drift through Deep Space 9 type
To find
I've been for as long as sound
I've been to that not so faze
And that not so state but I've evolved
Metamorphed

I used to be young, and full of vision
Like it was rituals
I made decisions
I wanted to be a rapper world
From to the Bronx
Capture girls in
Snap, and stomp
That's I found
The abyss that sits in-between the one that holds the mic and that
don't listen
some crews
Rocked talent shows at
Saturdays on the 18 make my way down to the record
I met a grip of people that was
Was down with a lot of that was bullshit
But I pull shit the asshole of an angel before I let him hassle and

The love triangle me the mic and the turntable
Went to
We to make demos
We want to do shows and rock our own
Do our own
Fuckin' around this kid Kazir
engineer
Barely his own equipment, Atmosphere
The prefix was
shows
Made made foes
Overall we flows
And right now as I sit here writing
I'm buggin' off the people in my life that made me this

the movement
Fact
to completely avoid all channels of backsteppin'
From the lines of concrete
that reside on Ave
To the dead on the elevator
To that in your cross fader
I got lost later
For efforts to
throw your hands up in the air like a leper
I've been to that not so faze
And to not quite so serious state
manifestate

Well sometimes it rings and I answer it
That's it no
No thirst to the circumstances
It was in me deep
It was and it grew
Gave it sleep and
It was efficient let it
There are a few have developed when I let them in my spectrum
For the of em
I give them just to cause infection
Not on attention
But if you ? welcome
Open arms patient
I know the and I can spell them
is it
When one
Do they leave with interest
In fact begin crave the business
me to the table
That's it no more no
The love the the stress
Slug, the mic, the

Yes, I've been tested and tested some
I'm not I'm the best
I'm not
Like the of em
Just I'm better than you
That's my state
My rhymes me into
I check one two
I guess some do get
But were to inspire
Built the before I get tired
The ones that tare me down don't it
But they're the same ones that me
Now in your head say, "Yes you can feel me."

[Sample: "Asking himself, before the curtain goes up, what am I?
I am now 80 years old, and more, and I am determined to find
what I am, what I amount to. They tell me I am everything, they
me everyday, of my life. I am now going to myself to a rigorous
test in order to find out really I am. I don't care about FREEDOM? I don't
about rule, anymore. It is of no to me, as such, but I must
find out I am before I die."]