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

Learn to go over what you rapping, the point of a battle is to project your thoughts

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

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

I'm so fucking raw haters hoping that i catch aids

Trust me, i attend the local church every sunday,

If i can leave this place, and just get away

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

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

I set up a meeting with the local neighborhood botanist/

Taking refuge in a local home where force is assertive

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Easy baby. you the bomb and all, but i be damned if i do not land mine

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