Top of the game/
stepped on mad niggas just to be one of the best/
Show the range/
don't only spit about cowards who rock protection like vests/
Complexity is tha shit/
for my raps may not be too complex, tryin'a make ya niggas understand
ya talk the same ol thing/
seems like rap today has rappers talkin bout how many guns or ice they rock on they hand
they all has-beens/
we step up to play the game and we here to make the impression last
rappers all sin/
rappers lie,cuz they never do that shit, but the subject is to feel:grasp
The fact-of-the-matter/
You leave because you have to, ya never forced to do much, unless authority commands
heads on the silva platter/
because when people talk shit they can't back up, they catch a ghetto stigmata, 5 holes like fingaz on hands
Sing-Song Rap/
If pussy niggas wanna be divas be my guest, but i ain't here to sing/
now ya clapped/
the lyrical raping has occurred, like giving r.kelly 12 year olds,or otherwise young vir-gins/
I ain't here to brag, I ain't here to impress nobody/
but neither am i here to sell out-like ja and gotti/
and i ain't here to lie about bein a gangsta,too/
like its said, you leave the hood,but the hood never leave you/
I'm here to rap,and rap at my best/
infinite skill pop out, as even all evil detest/
They crumble and fall to the ground/
and if you was high in spirits,you would know, what goes up must come down/

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Only God can judge me, Who THE FUCK IS YOU?!