This is a song about "Local"

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

Workin' in the local blocks, sellin' goods n' sweets, for money for studio time//

Shit ain't always wat it seemsi put that on everything no sleep having light dreams

Average techniques that leave you in disbelief stomp an gutted in your local streets

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

I hold the title of local idol, i'll run this shit like a motorcycle,

Unfortunately,your rhymes are outdated like my local blockbuster.

Ya'll better hope 2012 really real, cause the way i feel i'mma make ya'll suffer

Runnin' to local rap studios, to watch mcs rappin on mic, becomin legends//

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

As far as some know, this man's woe was just a local uncommon pun

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

Even though ghettoes and hoods are part of the local past,

First off congratulations on the win

For local and national attention,