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Slay on this beat get that hook back and my rhymes gain heat,get ready

for attacks like a bomb in iraq and i hit at random like a heart attack without

understanding cause im here for the now,dont worry bout my past,although

some people say that my rhymes are trash i dont need nobody im a one man

cast,and that aint ego,thats the opinion i have,my lyricks they stab like a knife

in the back

 

so sick of the lil this and of those lil that,I aint saying im the best but they aint

hard to put on blast cause they shallow and slow and they fame never last

i wanna go out like pac or cole,top of there games before there records ever

sold,not with these drive by rappers that are emotionally sold to the fast life

and fast mouth that stunt for paper to fold just to become a rich young rapper

but fade when they old

art last forever just listen to mj and in hopeful endevers i know i can win