Deeply inside of me pacing/
transformations racing/
hormones inside me raging/
if you get what i'm saying/
If ever you drop the truest/
reppin streetswith new shit/
is how punk asses do it/
The words been lyrical contest/
words i'm rhymin drop this/
look at the structure/

Been burned heavily criticized nobody learnin/
kids with heat, should be taught, your dyin burnin/
the lyrical prowess been slingin through my mind/
my mind can't be stopped, or blocked by the hands of time/
the time has come, this shit is rappin no shout of a doubt/
But the only ones who get killed in the streets, are the innocent, or ones who are stout/
Maybe those should learns, guns ain't the way of life/
lookin at the news each day, adds to the ghetto pain and strife/
but the words stay comforting, inside of my labratory/
telling other cats my life, is about rappin other stories/
I don't lie about shit, whatever i say its happened/
Like rappers who inspired my style, when i took up rappin/
So before others get criticized, how we think guns is still life/
But you could rap about heat, doesn't mean your too nice/
your lyrical skillz, no longer complex rappin rhymes/
You hate it, but then you only rap of your nines/
and who they shot so don't worry the game is been done over/
speakin from those who battle death, these are words of a lyrical soldier/

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