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Streets is my home there bitchin over the phone, like kidney stones that is stoned, let me alone.
Money made me angry i was used to be happy, im smoking feelin crappy i sold him a cracky.
In this life im living everyday drinkin sippin on the cat peelin, a villain hittin the weeks illest killing.
fuck all yall
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sand clear of me watch the verbal apathy as it pours out of me
see me in my infinite soul of intensity
i will rises your vibrational frequency
as your standing in the crowd staring at thee
hear the spiritual message an believe
i have the soul of hip hop up within me.
Do you have the power to lyrically speak the truth ?
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I got a song 4 this already its called Wat they Know.
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I got a song 4 this already its called Wat they know.
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check my rap to this on my page "Metaphorical"
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Gonna Write To This
@YoungChristyle rape is not cool dog
bensbravebabybenz 1 month ago 11
a lyrical monster shown on the microphone, enemies getting owned by my rapping tone, i guess im known in the neighbour hood where ive grown, simply because every niggah getting owned, im that funky shit kids play on their headphones, bad from the back bone, to the kneecap, where ya get ya jaw cracked, sounds like niggah talk, but i aint black, im whiter than a ghost on crack.
0aceman0 2 months ago 8