war scripts with battle depictions add to description/
that you vision with graphic dimensions through these written convictions/
blood spills from mid air, like it just lives their to dampen your livin'/
and silently write these words to fight the world and their evident encryptions/
so you expect me to believe i can do whatever i think i can/
im not dumb damn, goverments write codes on how to break down a black man/
taking the flow back, when we had pop rocks and ashy elbows/
back to when fashion statements were youre 40 dollar shell toes/
so hell no, i wont be forced to a life that you portray to live vividly/
and for you to get rid of me, murder my bars so you can display your hate physically/
but mentally i'll torture more foreman and upper class objects/
and build walls to protect my safe zone, my fake home in the projects/
i keep makin these songs for a hope that the future is more pure than the past/
i want anarchy a battling mass that throws tantrums at countries anthems to fast/
so would you look at me as a nuissance because of these true spits that influence you to do this/
do what, hes ruthless, truthless, foolish, but somehow hes a genius in his music/
rebelling is useless, so i part martyrs and hand charters for immidiate confusion/
and yell on a podium, to viewers look at whose holdin em, start the revolution!/
and wake up like damn what an impossible conclusion.......

revolution! is just a step away from breaking/
making secure homes shaking and views breath taking/
a beautiful catasrophe, to master beats so rapidly/
and capture these graphic streets and talk about them magically/4x

so now your asking me to change my persona for a dollar/
i know i oughta, my baby's expectin a new daughter/
but who taught ya, and brought ya from your baby scripts/
i sold my soul to the devil, then he gave me his/
nothing else is working God, but maybe this/
but im sure that if my gravy splits, that i'll get on a track and slay these spits/
ive been split in two so now im spittin half heartin, departin you pardons/
after i 'implant phatness' to your 'chest' like dally parton/
who you know discardin the planet then slammin on brakes just so shake your fitted looks/
while spitten hooks, i some how devise my plan to try the man and re write your written books/
you doing what? its an ubsurd thought that sparks the hearts of millions to try and follow/
and smash these trees holding emcees, because theyre just alike old and hollow/
its time to change your view of who and what is rap, and the difference in hip hop/
im taking over the world, with diamonds in pearls i found in writing so no fake emcees in this spot/
this sh1ts hott, dont hold it just admire how i lay down tracks with an elegance unforgotten/
im rotten, while your stomaches knotting, knowing that im never slowing and have no intentions of stopping/
and as it ends i still defend what ive said is clear/
hatred is built on fear, sadness is filled with tears, and the new world revolution is here!/

revolution! is just a step away from breaking/
making secure homes shaking and views breath taking/
a beautiful catasrophe, to master beats so rapidly/
and capture these graphic streets and talk about them magically/

until the beat fades out

its long i know but its worth it

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Tell me wut chu think

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Thats A Nice Ass Drop Home Boy,,,but Haters Will Not Respond,,,i Know They Want,,,
Because If There Haters They Want Speak On It,,,,only Hate,,,,
God Bless All,,1

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My level of battle
is your problem.
Not minds.
So dont toss me
till to you tried me.
This is my ring.
You cant box me.
I'll drop rocky.
I've climbed the mountain's
Making all contenders obsolete.
All you bitches is running like
water fountain
knocking me!!

Defeat list
Young Beezy
out come:5-o
Lost Battles:none
out come
none

fuckin haters

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