Sat on the curb, since birth, my mental issue is earth,
My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers
Maybe it's earth that's the birth of the evil
To make karma come faster than she normally will
Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers
Been raising hell on earth, ever since my first birth
We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars
Since the day of my birth, i've burdened this earth/
I've got so much to say
And at the end of the day,
From my birth, i got the nerve to serve people with these diverse rhymes in these
That's right, heheheyo, i heard you got beat up by the police
Now its the birth of mcs that bask in the lime light
But this card i'm trickin' with got no limit right
The birth pangs of democracy shout out
I don't know what you heard about
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