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I am the mcee you want to be,

a soon to be mtv nominee,

living in harmony,

but somtimes feel like jumping off the balcony,

now who wants to accompany me.

to my destiny, cooking up a good recipe,

do i really need therapy,

nah I aint even seventy, im seventeen,

fast as lighing mcqueen,

I'm doing this solo, i dont need a team,

i chill back, making three point like shaq,

even tho i am not black,

im better then you on this track,

all you write about is wack, and your skills lack,

but you still want to come at me with smack,

fuck out of here before you get slapped,

ill leave you in the trash like a scrap,

never will collapsed, to relax,

to give a fuck, about how much you suck,

or how this whole world is corrupt,

i just go with my gut,

if you dont have anything smart to say keep your mouth shut,