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Aiyo,I'm steppin' to the beat, like I'm ******* owning it, sewing it, with many stitches laid to corporate,
And there I had to sit,
On so many hits, its so legit,  once I **** this hammer ****, these fools crumbling,
I'm humbling, myself to the ******* game mayne, and I'm never ever,
Gone spit the same flame, I'm on track when I'm off track a true black,
Republican and far from a Democrat, yo I'm still tryna liberate my own people,
Keep my eyes on the fish eyes of the glaring evils, too many tunes to jam, so I'm living music sequels,
We both different so we cant be matching equals, I keep my crew laced, blasting shots like my homie Segal,
We taking wings, pass the heights of a soaring eagle,
That's just life I live, so I gotta keep it up,
Tryna shade me, ***** but I dont give a ****,!!








Dark tinted limos on the highway riding by, my girls giving me head, with a naked top to the sky,
Im pushin'  a dial, that'll make ya high, I'm scaling, too much money in this world, to be failing,
Ya slippin, dont matter how many emcees, I done ripped in,  
I keep extra clips frozen within, ya feelin,  the rhythm of blues, that'll blow up ya mental fuse,
Meditate to the divine news,
So What, ya (feelin it), I love the sounds, of cristal, im sippin' it,
Why y'all ain't living ****, critics yo, I stay above it, now haters wanna shove it,
But gotta embrace the tactics of a wordsmith, while I get busy with a spliff,
I keep my mind to edge of the cliff,
It got me lift, flowing as I'm going, yall ain't seein' the knowledge, that I've been sewing,
I can Feel the reapers growing,






Even though jay came through, yo he wasnt  playing, and every beat I had to do a ******* slaying, still tryna get a pay in,
See where my thoughts weigh in, lost , inbetween love and lusts guillotine,
Tryna be a king, supreme life dreams, themes of a crack fiend, circling,
Envisions of a broken cling,
I'm a champion, so everybody gets a ring, the seasoned veteran, hittin ya once again,
And every and now then,
I leave my **** in a hen, see the styles I'm pitching, it got me twitching,
If I fall off, no need for *******, I'll just bring the heat back into the kitchen,
Warming it up, til I'm drenched in, sweating,
Money armageddon, put ya bets in,
Y'all will be underwater, lyrics soaking, while I'm on top,my success floating, uh

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