My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells
Cause no matter how much you try to pefect yourself
No matter how many tries
An ipod mind to you walkman guys
He couldnt flip a pancake.. i wonder how he got the job
On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop
Monster unleashed from the gate no matter what the cost
Walked up in the shop, everybody lookin' shocked
So far, there's nobody thats even close to my level
I got nothing against them, they got fucking potential
The game's a bitch, ooh we got her
No matter how much you suffer
If we wasn't so original, then we'd be criminal
So much more to life than rhyming by the syllable
Forever i ain't run yet and i never will
So much more to life than rhyming by the syllable
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