BUILDING BLUEPRINT
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- on may 21st in 1996, in livingston was born a little prick
- not yet to be known for his slick tricks and the critics that follow
- so wrapped up in my life, they souls are really hollow,
- they got no hope for tomorrow i got get up and glow
- as my motto, unseen or noticed im ready and loaded,
- fully focused here comes the poet, sense be humble
- sense be quick, sense make this whole room bounce to this
- i mean really put an ounce of sweat in it, i spit legit, credit no one
- but myself, i dont want your help, cut your body in two if you try, too,
- i never realized what putting time in lines can do, wait i always knew
- i just flew under the radar you cant ping me like a pager
- imma win this bout no wager im sorry homie dont go out in anger
- i just thought its time to drop a banger, its Mr. when im on the mic
- you in danger, finally i can feel it and its always been this inner anger
- imma scream through the mic till my voice breaks the speaker
- imma get annoying like a squeaky sneaker, like a tommy peeper
- like a non stop ringing beeper imma sleeper so keep dreaming
- while im scheming as i should stay, ballin in the gym you wasnt
- there in L.A., gettin into fitness drop a three in any face
- if was there god blessed you with the grace and presence
- of my face, sorry to put to defender in his place though you
- thrown out like a bad case in a court of law, im sorry this over
- lets cut cord grab the saw and sword, sharp things all around
- never sober if im found stabbed its my own bad
- my minds missin swear its gone bad, swear i been prick
- since may 21st 1996, in livingston i was born, 12 years later i was
- making ametuer porn wit a 13 year old do the math i aint no creep
- i was like howdy lil bo peep can i stick my woody in your goodie goodie
- she gave it up so easy, said her favorite rapper C breezy, i said in my head
- woah take it easy, she probably loose and aint got a fear of
- living with something to lose, still havent gained my sanity
- murky past i need clarity, lets wrap this up no jared see
- i dont plan on seeing bars unless im writing them for stars
- or myself for the cars, nah. i want the money over everything,
- stress free life and a girl to give this thing called a wedding ring
- rambling on cause my stamina strong, you weak i can tell by your
- posture ill eat you up quick this italiano likes his pasta wit butta
- you looking like you aint got sauce so we skip the talk, its bat to jaw
- head to ground, run off with the loot and dont ever make a sound
- carry this till im 6 feet underground
- bigggieeee
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