This is a song about "Local"

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

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

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

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

Forsaken youth mistake the truth for it, that's why i'm writin' songs,

Shit ain't always wat it seemsi put that on everything no sleep having light dreams

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

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

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

I set up a meeting with the local neighborhood botanist/

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

Unfortunately,your rhymes are outdated like my local blockbuster.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