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Verse 1:

Started out chasing cash in the streets
Now I’m smooth pacing the scratch in the beats
Keep my style lethal, but not killing and murderous
Shit you feeling, the villain holds the mic till the circuits bust
Don’t clown, no circuses
Just trust the sound will circle you till you go down
And drown, in the vocab
Words can zab pull back and jab
Grab the pad and jet back to the lab
Keep the records spinning at high a degrees, who’s as live as me?
Nobody, destroying everybody is my cup of tea
I ain’t lying the rest is dying from lines of my quotes
I tie and then choke, and just strangled from my angle
It’s a must that I spit sharp, emcees it’ll mangle
Even the groups can lose they troops and go single
And be left alone with just me the type of chrome
That doesn’t feed from bullets just insightful poems
Get in a rightful zone, just a creed so my thoughts can bleed
Soft from the pen to the pad where I plant my seed

Verse 2:

Attached to the music, sniff it like coke check the record
Select a usage, slip then wreck into a different vector
I smoke the mic like a pipe to the sky for a new height
So I’m in sight chasing a the high when I write
Next one never the right type delight, you know
So I get into hype track fix then I go
At it again like a sin I’m a glutton to this rap game
Earths a bitch but I ain’t frontin’ I know hell the same
Same picture different frame black rose different name
Another wack track from a different lame
Attack with a needle to the vein, test my blood for the blueness
Turns red when I spit it on the litmus, I’m acidic if you missed this
I just fear what I can’t see and can’t hear
Don’t know so I won’t show anything till I’m near
To me this hip is the best kept secret I’m peepin’ it
In the bong light the hop then I’m reappin’ it
Never stop till the smoke leaking out laughs like a joke
Or like a cracked egg with the yoke, just soak
In this super culture, like I never falter
From this drug till I’m drug to the alter
I need Hip-Hop, I feeding from this crack rock
So I sit at the top like I’m needing this crack spot

Verse 3:

Write so much I even get grief from my pen,
Well that might depend
If it could talk this is how it would’ve been……

..You use me every day, in each an every way
Close is where I stay, far, no I barley stray
Head never made of lead, smooth as instrumentals
Hungry never that, heads sharper than pencils
Flows smooth grab me when you catch a groove
Take what ever you think, the ink is my food
I sink deep in your head, the master of mind
Help your words rhyme, and I’m you passer of time
Release the beast from the cage all the anger
And rage to let the words feast when they fall on the page
Sort of a prince so, you keep my top with this crown
Pictures I paint make since though, far mature from a crayon
Like 2pac I been around, travel your thoughts out properly
Chase the cat of the sound, and the paper will follow me
But how come you the artists, you never acknowledge me
I sorry buddy there’s my apology

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