This is a song about "Local"

Unfortunately,your rhymes are outdated like my local blockbuster.

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

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

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

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

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 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

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

You know i spit that sick shit and there’s still no cure

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,