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-Struggle-
-Struggle- Try to reach with speech so I latch on and dispatch microphones To match up with domes start rapping from scratch in verbal tones im murkin bones the king of the rap game to take your throne they hate im on,im baggin yo remainings to take it home If only the streets can witnessin the change from the rags to ritches got bags of lyrics spit whenever i feel it at fags and bitches whoever steps gets packed,and rearrange they back with stitches im strapped only to rest all these fake artists wit rappin gimmics niggaz gettin signed wit no flow cuz they connection is right wit the right chance and opportunity i'll be known for the blessin the mics but now im stuck with this pad with no reflection is sight just me,im sunk in the barrier with no detection of life.... an old piece nothin spectacular ... lookin for feedback |
hmmmmm, any feed ?
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well, thanks for all the love ...
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hey feelin it fo real mayn... itz kool! wun...
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thanks ... i appreciate the feed . i'll drop some more recent shit soon ...
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