he hails from a central location not the east or west//
north or the south but out the kid's mouth only flows out the best//
mama raised him like her only son pops skipped town wen he was young//
gods gotta bigga callin on him so wen he say shit u can count it done//
the rulin's begun....u can tell that he's a cut above//
he'd rather embarras you wit his words rather than push an shove//
but if he gotta slap yu he gon catch you with that back hand//
an pop ya face like a tab on a pepsi can//
you dont understand.....shit aint a game nigga life is real//
aint no foot or yardstick that can measure the length of his skill//
so he keep spittin till the whole world no his name//
MC with a hunger that wont stop till he eat his way up the food chain//
fuck yu if u complain....caz his journey makes haters outta plain fools//
who wuld collapse after takin 9 steps in his shoes//
he's got nuttin to lose....send any rappa to his career's demise//
caz his style is relentless spittin like its his only way to survive//
either typin keys on RB or in the booth rhymin words//
his style is fresh nothin that these stupid herbs neva heard//
an thats fa sure....this warrior aint goin down without a fight//
sincerly yours that nati nigga that completly wrecks mics...............

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