If you feel it, it must be real just
47. and com bust into dust,
You brushed the dust off the rhyming dictionary under your bed
Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead
These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different
Trophy's that stack up by my window pane, they're stained. gather dust,
A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust
Wow, that hook sucked, yo throw it in the dust
Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and
Some people take the pain away with liquor or smoking dust,
Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap
Ben's left in the dust wallowin in defeat
Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent
It'll be like nothing to us but dust,
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