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livin aint to easy
listen to me deeply
damn that sounds so cheesy
but maybe thats what we need
im a full time rhymer, line designer
bitch im major your just minor
you cant stop me i spit fire
bite your tongue i ain't no liar
couldnt see me coming till i got involved
but i was never to good, then i evolved
so when you see me coming through
just check yourself
im 100 proof
bitch you in love with me?
5 years later i bet youll leave
pulled it out from under my sleeve
its my time now hope you believe
 
i hope you be real
I got that mass appeal
style like steel
more like platinum
if you cant rap, use a napkin
im the captain of my team
we hit it raw, nah what i mean?
i hope you be clean, cause im so dirty
and its your girl but she be flirty
always beer when the kush around
stay clear or will hunt ya down
send out vibes with our sound
always fun when we in town
my crew good
your crew sucks
we get everything
we go nuts
 
back to the rapping, taught it on my own time
while i was flipping burgers i was rapping like the whole time
always spitting bars get on par on my hole 9
and its kinda crazy that i can spit a whole rhyme
hold up lets do what we do best
smoke about an ounce
and then put me to the test
rappers aint original
so put me on your digital
i can hit your spiritual
soul with these words that i spit
im ready and equipped
im on my fucking rhymer shit
im bout to fucking start a fit
ill maker a fucking loser quit
let me get up and hit
boom smash hit homerun
ill rob ya motherfuckers dumb
flipping yyou work with my knoweldge and power
yea keep climbing up the tower
now bump this mother fucker louder

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RePete
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