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I am to potent to these niggaz,

like a rattle snake,

wake and bake,

then its of to the studio,

i hope i get my biggest break,

This is where i demonstrate,

my wide array of skills,

im adapted to this shit,

so i guess i know how it feels,

but its different when you try to make from the bottom,

from the most shallow creek,

especially when you are in this kinda state,

im in my zone so ima stay,

mama say, she dont want to see me that low thats why she pray,

kingdom come, hope my eyes are open so i revelate,

judgment day, coming soon so everyday,

so everyday im in the booth,

trying make them hits, childplay,

thats all these niggaz are because of my pedigree,

consistency is kind of like a tendency,

especially when there's people that are doubting me,

 

Fuck you talking bout that shit is blaspemy,

This shit is blasphemy

product of the cannibus,

its blasphemy,

you bitch just called, she asked for me,

its blasphemy,

fire coming out my mouth,

its blasphemy,

 

brain frozen, dozing of with thots

i feel i was chosen, for the task,

by blind folded nigga with a mask,