The truth, with martin luther king at the cemetery,
You're bat skills won't matter when i'm on missionary
Spitting sentences spilling residue on his crew neck
You got mechanics im the tech the hurricane that came to wreck
East with biggie and group home
Well i'd go back to my cell raise hell and get in my zone,
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