Art is art, there ain't no comparison/
Me and my microphone could be one
Lickin the blood that drips off the sword
Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford
You shook my world and it felt apart
My now bleeding heart, is now feeding art
Check my criminal record, i'll pull out my fencing sword
No dirt weed, give me purp with no seeds, please aboard
Every night of my life doesn't align with bein' online sprayin' bars
She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars
Daddy got me swinging softly with a sword
And gary coleman just passed: life is short
My flows hardcore, sharper than a raw sword
I like the way they dribble up and down the court
No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine
He started to sing and then post it online
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