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I breath so heavy, never letin worlds colide as equals//
caues the victor allways carry on to the sequel//
be the one carry on true to the max//
thats why you always see fresh rollen with packs//
a suprem bean maken a scean//
tryin to steay fresh why you think they call me clean//
take flight like i was rocken a pair of mikes//
and at the top never exceptin sacrfice//
i got to be the man taken a stand//
exziting as a hero call me the best in this brand//
exceptional to anyone who came befor me//
covinconly maken all the top dogs adore me//
ingnore me, ya right clown//
i spit like roy jones in the ring except i am doin it pound 4 pound//
my speech pattern sounded like somthin you aint ever herd//
as people watchin on with concren// (Fyre) :thefinger [/navy]

not bad my friend, ur getting thier,
but always feel it, neva think and know wat ta do, finding it joyful and flowing ur mind is heavy, rite now somethign bad in my lfie has happened and it changes my rhythem and i cant think straight, so try clearing ur mind