The master of this rap shit
I'm open to the market
Organs pieced out and sold to black market elderly,
And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see
I ride by bumping shine, i do just that
I am the hardest in the market
Until he sell his own cd's at the market
It's just my fate, let me chill, nah flip
When you making a difference it's gone be haters
Because its a growing job market and i like computers
Took a trip to a market, and saw all the candy
Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see
You try to call the cops a new snitches on the market.
I ain't your regular rapper who just be talking shit
Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets
Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids
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