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write in patterns, recite in lines until your jaws droppin’
f-cken oath i hustlehard my lyrics door knockin
rates will take alleviate ya small problems
just pressing play on my tracks helps you to walk off em’
rates is equipped with sk!lls and k!lling every beat now, spill it on the streets inciting riots catch a beat now
inside a fire i ignite it from ctown, used to creep around the streets no need for me to sneak out
i’ll serve em’ burners in know they’ve heard what im like, i’ll turn theses words now that i’m working in perfect design
i’ve been stranded in line, branded, not caring, i’ll tear it apart just give me the mic
coudln’t mess with my vibe, i’m not ya regular guy, i pulled a rabbit from this hat and left it to die
i’ve been takin’ my time, crafting and making it right making a vibe that sends chill like blazin’ a pipe
never was i snoozing off, i’m part of a crew that’s mastering tunes laughing at you guess who the looser was
i heard there moving on, theses other rappers talk alot sh-t, they’re full of it, will somebody just prove me wrong!
the walk of life that i’m from, decided for me what was right or wrong, it’s time that i write and don’t hide what i got
who ever said i couldn’t do it and spit sick, till ya eyes and ears are dripping with blood this isn’t simplistic
i try and rip theses different patterns apart and i live this, my
lyrics show whats dwelling inside of this misfit
backstabbed by uni rappers and dipsh-ts, coz’ we’re the ones appealing coz’ we been through what the kids live
the ones that turn to rap, when they’re burning there stash, the one who can relate to our lyrics dreaming of earning cash, the ones who bumpin’ this sh-t. shock attack the industry, stoppin at nothing less i’ve proven you couldn’t limit me
now i ain’t saying that i am thinking i’m the best nah
but a lot of rappers fake their sh-t acting like some wrestlers
they wait for an investor, feelin pressure when they writin’ raps, tell
me now who better and much fresher, where’s the fire at?
i’m only bein me’, i used to pump the b n e’s, but i don’t think thats cool stay in school so you can breathe with ease
other rappers need to see, if they really lived that life that they rhymed they survived, why you need to be, talking tough how ya rortin f-cken this and that, beating people up… yeah only when your spitting raps
its something i tried, i offered theses guys out, no one would reply to rates i’m raging and their hiding out
all the bars they lie about, then you got the other sophisticated other sh-t spitters who just wine about all their idealistic views, and if it doesn’t sit with you, they’re ready to debate their case and argue, i ain’t in the mood!
i light a fire in the booth, i’m going hard till i can spew, expose the liars ima fight it dying for the truth
alot of rappers in the scene used to put us down, but how many of your tracks are people looking out for?
and do the kids look up to you? sorry lad but times have changed, your looking in your rear view as you drive away
jealous cause we pack a crowd do a gig and pack it out, maybe if you put the work in that would happen now, maybe your just blacking out, all the real vets are stocked, i can hear ya heart beat with no stethoscope!
we never really cared about your bbq scene, so tell me why you think were gonna listen to your loops please
all you done is put us down, then we make abit of cash and they act like the whole scene was looking out, to me it seems like foot and mouth
you said we’re wack as f-ck, coz our beats we’re modern like we had no wax to cut
the next five years is mine and i’m claiming it, the reason why we’re c-cky that’s all true i’m just explaining it

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