Yeah

 

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Yeah yyup check,, it.... Outx2

The one and only, genuine, adrenaline pumpin, lyrical athlete

On who leaps line to line, one who doesn't tolerate greed.

I can be materialistic, like Gift Reynolds in love of my life.

But im taking care of my business like a hard workin house wife.

Still alive, still the guy, tryna bring Detroit Hip hop back alive.

I'm a lyrical maniac, i don't mean to be a drag. And brag.

Bars burn and ignite fires like gasoline.

All my boys ask of me. Is to deliver good lines.

It's simple, i dont do tag teams

Bad Schemes, or Roll in a caddy

Some of these rappers got a style that is nasty

And the industry is interested into

Singilin out the good lyrically cooks, that put the burn to the wood

 

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Livin like a rare kid in the hood (Dang dang dang dang dang dang)

I'm always up to something very good

 

I'm misunderstood

No matter what hood i visit.

I try to be cool, i get ridiculed,

Kicked around like liverpool

Thrown around like Petanque boules

Problems never small, miniscule.

Everybody just gotta get to know me

Stop acting like a preschooler.

Everywhere i go.

Everyone i see.

The person who i inspired

The people i wanna be

Like, Mos Def , Q-Tip, Phife, even Shaheed.

Busta Rhymes, M.O.P, Break ya Neck,

Strangeulation just like Tech

N9NE. I can't find, people who like my

mindset, like me because im on my grind and.

Makin my hustle worth something.

I don't do this for nothing.

I'm prolly more than im worth.

Me ,Gettin in the industry is harder than a woman givin birth