Trust me, i attend the local church every sunday,
And keep a tight grip for everyone waiting on the day i slay
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
My dawgs got rabies, they bitin each otherand it ain't hard to find a friend like mine
Workin' in the local blocks, sellin' goods n' sweets, for money for studio time//
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//
Even though ghettoes and hoods are part of the local past,
Kill him where he stand and stand over him, shake his hand
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.
As far as some know, this man's woe was just a local uncommon pun
Wonder how shit like the qu'ran and the bible was written
International heard applaud to local suburban tour,
Tito santana matador ain't equipped to stop the bull
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