This is a song about "Local"

I set up a meeting with the local neighborhood botanist/

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

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

For local and national attention,

Hope ya'll ain't have no protection

It's kali, catch me at your local legalize acid rally

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Owed the dope man for his productand he swore if he did not pay

Trust me, i attend the local church every sunday,

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

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

I must be goin' out my mindlike i'm up against the worldthis guerilla team of mine

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

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

I used to abuse it but now ive learned from all of my flaws