The keys stuck in DEPRESSion like da 1940s
Left on a doorstep wit 4 teeth, Why did my mother abort me?
I been dealt the dealth hand without choosin my cards
Kinda of like I've been tossed crap hands the I was discard
Since my face was drenched in sadness, smiles never cracked
Door of oppurtunity shut on me, evertime I searched for rap
My life resemble a jigsaw puzzle, I gotta picked up da pieces
Since birth from mammass fecees, searching for living reasons
Sometimes I'm drunk of myself, I explore my corrupted visions
Peep duck me on rapbattles.com, so my lyrics stay imprissioned
Like hopital quizzes niggas testin my patience, grant me serenity
If ya feelin this keystyle, check out my drops....In short...PM ME

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B.E.S.T

The Comeback


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Mystic (Traitor)