This is a song about "Local govw"

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

Nigga fuck your role model bitch, i'm my own idol and

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//

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

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

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

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

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

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I set up a meeting with the local neighborhood botanist/

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

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//