This is a song about "Local"

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

Taking refuge in a local home where force is assertive

People be tellin' me i need me an african woman

As far as some know, this man's woe was just a local uncommon pun

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

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

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

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

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

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//

I set up a meeting with the local neighborhood botanist/

Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift

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