Look, For all emcees, I'm death's door
A win off of me is like, Don the Bishop marrying his best whore
Or corner store owners, not calling cops, on kids pushing next to his spot
I'm the answer for ill emcees in the form of therapy by electrical shock
I write poems and rhymes as potent as Pac in his prime
Death Row you could find just walking through the bars in my rhymes

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