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erule - the real me lyrics

(cut)
erule supreme

(hook)
the real me
a lot of these days you hear i still see (the real me)
i’m striving to write my rhyme i spill free (it’s still me)
banging with enemies trying to k!ll me
to fill me with slugs, the dirtiest hand to deal: me (it’s ill, see?)
knowing the half on what the drill be
they still be living, some saying i take a spill, see? (but we’ll see)
building for years my mind is still free (the real me)
the way it was, way it always will be

(verse 1)
equality rule, my bottle+y duе
my block merit, knowledge thеse jewels, follow these rules
never deal with people like me ya’ll gotta be fools
ya’ll probably lose, we wreak beef, properly: views
no poverty’s views, balance of the wrong would exist
it’s on in a sense, when getting strong+armed in a twist
but mainly it’s peace, when k!llers don’t aim and release
the bang in the streets, a snitch ain’t complain to police
that’s life for me, the strife for the sheis to see
[nooming?] in days, but paid for the nights to [wreak?)
from start to finish, the spark’s in my heart’s dependence
way before the bottles abuse and carcinogenics
was a young seeds daily routes, doing it up
pursuing the plots and plans to construe in the cut
we knew we was stuck [emaine?) for his juvenile crime
mere reflections reveal what maneuvers will find
(hook)
the real me
a lot of these days you hear i still see (the real me)
i’m striving to write my rhyme i spill free (it’s still me)
banging with enemies trying to k!ll me
to fill me with slugs, the dirtiest hand to deal: me (it’s ill, see?)
knowing the half on what the drill be
they still be living, some saying i take a spill, see? (but we’ll see)
building for years my mind is still free (the real me)
the way it was, way it always will be

(verse 2)
the source to ride, force supplied, course is [stride]
the k!ller act; if said i felt remorse, i lied
but still i max, waist lines are where the torch reside
the pillar caps of anybody trying to scorch my side
of the track; flatland regions, zones to the west
premature deaths, where many rest
pr+ne to the stress, alone in my steps
a quiet information appeared: my people would die
yo, half of the duration i teared
wondering why, it’s so foul under the sky
thunder the cries, where slugs fly plunders are high
figures get hit, my thoughts say i’m sick of this sh+
[evicting?] the [vicks?] with [change?], now i’m flipping the script
but [thirst?] hate facts, the beefs that [hey?] birth hate [sac?]
science i dared, i can’t change, reverse take back
ain’t none of those things
i stick to my guns and old themes
aware, cause you never know what the slum atoll brings
i got nothing here
trying to appear with something clear
of a curse and strife, where there’s a price
for stunting years on a person’s life
many you don’t seen in a war
even if they no longer banging, i’ve seen it before
screamed to my core
often i be faced with the truth
the rates of the proof
the found is in the state of my youth
i vow to be out and hope i’m never down for the count
‘cause what you put into a cypher is what you bound to get out
(hook)
the real me
a lot of these days you hear i still see (the real me)
i’m striving to write my rhyme i spill free (it’s still me)
banging with enemies trying to k!ll me
to fill me with slugs, the dirtiest hand to deal: me (it’s ill, see?)
knowing the half on what the drill be
they still be living, some saying i take a spill, see? (but we’ll see)
building for years my mind is still free (the real me)
the way it was, way it always will be

(cuts)
the real me
forming to flow free for the world to see: r+u+l+e
it’s still me
forming to flow free for the world to see: r+u+l+e
it’s ill, see?
forming to flow free for the world to see: r+u+l+e
but we’ll see
forming to flow free for the world to see:
the real me
r+u+l+e

(verse 3)
the warlord lies, everyday there were trials
and moms i apologize for my ways that were foul
and oh dad, too: i grew up to understand you
knowing your child’s strife and wild life, ‘cause you a man, too
while engaged in my current stage, stuck in my rage
the worst to come was to die and get locked in a cage
i stopped in my ways for living out my own will free
preserving life in my world, tough i gotta still be: the real me (feel me?)

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