This is a song about "Local"

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

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

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

My position improving, not to mention

For local and national attention,

I set up a meeting with the local neighborhood botanist/

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

My whole is about to reshape, feel like im playin games at the local arcade.

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

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

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