the title basically means I never thought I'd be in B.R.E.... with all the past beef 'n' all, but fuck it.. this 1's 4 da Clique.. .. . . ..

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I came; I saw; I conqered
I strayed; I lost; Dis-honored
is pain the cost of respect
forget it then, I want death

Depressed for so many years, fears of aspiration.//
no inspiration, imagination was only illustrated on paper.//
traced, like cre-a-tivity skipped me,//
then one day it hit me, a rhythm, like a sick beat.//
my head was swimmin' in ideas, not of lines an' color.//
but of lines of syntax, an' with that I was able to write sick raps.//
depth like all the oceans combined,//
all my rhymes looked upon as sublime.//
I just sit back an' let my mind un-wind.//
sometimes I try, but usually it's natural.//
it became habitual, a ritual--> killing-a-tracks.//
never willing-ta-step back, bitch! step Back!.//
you gonna regret that, another dead "hack".//
that never could rap, or should've rapped.//
this my callin' in life, you can be sure-a-that.//

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Smuthered in hundreds-a words an' combinations.//
abominations of the english language thru others salutatoins.//
it's not how it comes, it's how you make it.//
this all me, it's like scripts folla-me, ebonically...//
I'm the greatest, no edits or changes to pages I've created.//
never makin' understatements, I'm recorded underground.//
you still preformin' in ya-mothers basement.//
a faceless organization, what the fuck's orientation.//
you need to be introduced to the game, an' still wanna-be handed fame.//
I nead to earn fame 'cause the game was made for me, make no mistakes.//
I control tha stakes, pull-all the stops just so you know I ain't fake.//

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