Skipped school for public battles, to see our local mc to spit on sidewalks//
I get to the point with my rap plots 'n' i'll toy with this fags thoughts
My talent should take me places i've never been
For local and national attention,
At the local arcade, puttin my dick in the ace of spades
To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes
Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison
As far as some know, this man's woe was just a local uncommon pun
Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle
I hold the title of local idol, i'll run this shit like a motorcycle,
From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine
Workin' in the local blocks, sellin' goods n' sweets, for money for studio time//
But now it's back to the lab 45 messages right after you land
Even though ghettoes and hoods are part of the local past,
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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