This is a song about "Local"

Unfortunately,your rhymes are outdated like my local blockbuster.

Ya'll better hope 2012 really real, cause the way i feel i'mma make ya'll suffer

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

I used to abuse it but now ive learned from all of my flaws

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

I'm feedin her the light just like what the chorus say

Trust me, i attend the local church every sunday,

15 years old im colder then the ice thats laced in the local night skating rink,

When i pulled up in that bentleytold y’all i was gangster, still somethin’ like a pimp

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

You see em gettin it then you get it, pardon my hand

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

I must be goin' out my mindlike i'm up against the worldthis guerilla team of mine

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

Mercy is for the weak when i speak i screamafraid to sleep; i'm havin crazy dreams