Now Let Me step up in my pulpit and preach my life…
Teach my rhymes… everytime I speak my lines…
I’ve been… down on the count… beaten & battered…
Slammed, shoved… everytime I keep speakin’ what matters…
Livin’ Life Tryin’ to survive by all feasible means…
Keep the Hustlin’ strong cuz I’m really needin’ the green…
Poor by monetary means but I’m rich in pride…
Nice & Outgoing on the outside but a bitch inside…
My Friends? I only got about Six or ten… and it depends…
I’m not sure about some… but others I know will defend…
In the End It All Turns out about in the same way…
And I still paint my face for war on every game day…
I keep lookin’ to the sky hopin’ someone’s lookin’ out for me…
Cuz everyone else in this cold world hates what I’m about to be…
Keep marchin’ through the Marsh on my path to glory…
My views have been molded from every extreme from Matt To Cori…

So I keep marchin’ on past the marginal caliber…
Speakin’ in that toungued language best known as McCallister…
I’m no longer an Amateur… I’m a professional Hip-hop leader…
Preacher… Lyrical Teacher… I can’t stop and I won’t stop either…
So Turn the Page and let the words of my gospel speak to you…
Get Hostile… I know you will cuz this is so bleak to you…

I got the internet sleepin’ on me but KC is buzzin’…
From nothin’ to somethin’ but it’s still crazy as fuckin’…
I’m lookin’ in my mirror still tryin to change somethin’ not there…
Me Getting the cold shoulder? Fuck you It’s fuckin’ not fair…
I keep writin’ my rhymed lines in time for you to decipher…
Inside I’m diein’… So I metaphor the hell out of every cypher…
Deny my rights? You might die tonight… cuz I’m not playin’…
I’m not a murderer, a gangsta, a thug, or a pimp… so I’m not sayin’…
That I’m… Anything that I’m not… Cuz I gots to keep the course stable…
KC’s poppin’ now ever since Rob rocked the horse stable…
I will of course staple this all together to fit together the puzzle…
KC’s finest gave me a shot so I makin’ sure forever we bubble…
Every mixtape track I will take on as my own personal undertaking…
So it’s known coast to coast that we better than all the others making…
Anything… It’s that individual… Cynical? Nah… Y’all just nervous…
I word this to have more than purpose… The terrorist just burns this…

So I must Stand strong… rise above cuz these mothafuckers gots to burn…
The chemical burns I feel when I turn thoughts to words…
Spread the hurt so I can soothe the pain… I’m the morphine injection…
Fire your shots now… Rise above… Fire your shots now or be rejected…
Turn the page and let the words of my gospel speak to you…
Impossible… I know you think that cuz this is so bleek to you…
So Turn the Page and let the words of my gospel speak to you…
Awful… how you feel after words cuz this is so bleek to you…
Allow me to step up in my pulpit and just preach to you…

I left feed on... Get Robbed - Lexikon & Naturally - Daz

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