This is a song about "The"

The more battles the better the flows

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Thinkin of the the dreams

As much as i wanna leave

A far reach from them rap dudes

From the gutter to the roof

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

The water from the past is the same water in the present

As the tao converted the thief

So if you wanna leave

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Your a shell of a mani lost respect for you nigga

I bring the heat like the

You made me wanna