This is a song about "Local"

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,