This is a song about "Local"

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

Easy baby. you the bomb and all, but i be damned if i do not land mine

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

Mercy is for the weak when i speak i screamafraid to sleep; i'm havin crazy dreams

15 years old im colder then the ice thats laced in the local night skating rink,

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist

For local and national attention,

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Runnin a liberation, neutralization comes to mind when my rhymes meet yours,

Skipped school for public battles, to see our local mc to spit on sidewalks//

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

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

She pray to god every night hoping that he'll mature

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

Cause our run will never be over, not at least until we say

Trust me, i attend the local church every sunday,