Listen,.. if it's written.. read it..
realize that this life in pages, famous inscriptions.//
you must be dumb
shit's right in-front-ya, still claimin' it's encrypted.//
raise tha roof.. fuck that just up-lift um.//


I ain't claimin' to be tha best emcee, or say tha rest is weak.//
I'm just say'n if they chest is meek I ain't let them speak.//
they gotta learn ta voice themself, poised an' proud.//
make they choices now, before the pot's boilin' down.//
options run out an' they stuck on a rock in a pipe in they mouth.//
or up hands locked, on a mic.. standin' trial.//
and denial... what's with it, just another road block.//
like a personal cold-cock, flat on ya ass, "wrap" like a cold-cut.//
an' we be like so what! it's their path, they made a decision.//
walked away from incision, created they own prison-a mind.//
an' denied etrenal wisdom-a mind, replaced it ta sit-on-da grind.//
9-5, fuck that, I plan-on livin' my life, that's why I'm livin' my rhymes.//

<<HOOK>>


I'm done... lol, I get bored of this crap fast still... I ain't think it's that good ne-way

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