neva let yall rappiz get tha best of me//
cuz when u see a mic, man, thats mah effigy//
cuz some say im a lyrical prodigy//
others say im just tha hot commodity//
always wantin to buy mah shit//
always wantin ta kno why i spit//
they never refuse to amuse and abuse tha race i cud not choose//
but if u wanna step up, then u'll sink or u'll float//
but for the perished in the past, man "murda she wrote"//
they cryin on their way back to their crib//
afta tha curb is wet wit tears when i lyrically cracked em a rib//
so ladys and gentleman, sit back, relax and enjoy the rhymes//
cuz im baskin in tha sun man, its my time ta shine//

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gimme some feedback, cuz i kno i got a long way ta go