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What can I rap about tonight that's what I asked myself

Cause every second of my life I ain't had no help

Just myself and the mic in this booth

Playing beats while I just rhyme and I cruise

Going slow maybe that way you can understand my words

What I'm trynna say and all these sudden turns

While young I was inspired by the classics

Yet I'm still trynna reach that level I can't seem to pass it

Learned what happens, yea it happens for a reason

But I'm here waiting for my year like it's the fucking season

As these bars grow my mind also deepens

And dwells on the corners of the upmost farther regions

Of my soul while my voice also weakens

And words don't even come to my mouth quite as frequent

But yet I'm blinded by the sudden light of beacons

And the shackles come of yea, I'm a freeman

 

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Ohhhhhhhhhhhh I can't see it tonight

??? I see, I see, tonight

 

 

 

Sometimes I ask myself, what would I have to do?

To be considered the best on in this damn city too

 

 

 

 

 

Yea tonight is the night fortune

 

 

 

All these rappers that thinking they the shit man

One thing, shit's about to hit the fan

This is just the beggining

Myself and my mind, we just winning