This is a song about "Local"

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

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

Unfortunately,your rhymes are outdated like my local blockbuster.

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

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

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

At the local arcade, puttin my dick in the ace of spades

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

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

And guess what there is no running to the hills cause your dead and i'm the cause

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

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

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

My dawgs got rabies, they bitin each otherand it ain't hard to find a friend like mine