This is a song about "Local"

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

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

Shit ain't always wat it seemsi put that on everything no sleep having light dreams

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

It's kali, catch me at your local legalize acid rally

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

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

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

My whole is about to reshape, feel like im playin games at the local arcade.

Runnin' to local rap studios, to watch mcs rappin on mic, becomin legends//

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

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

When im home i try to reinforce laws using brutal force, rap without remorse, rap is my source,

Uh, every time i’m in my city, i be acting like my shit don’t stink

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