Lyrics filled in my bag of skills intentions to kill like Jayson Wills, Feel the thrills like I'm Six Flags, An amusement, abusin the talent ruthless and valiant, Like my name is Lancelot of Camelot, Round table age old fable, only difference is I'm digitally able to textstyle, 8 mile is a style every bites, writes, and recites, Everyone here in the 313 please shut the fuck up cause you're annoying me, This is jus random spits from the wig, Bloods or Crips who really killed BIG? B.I.G wasnt the nicest as can be, There are many others who could lyrically fit the degree, But props to the dead but he was over his head, in his blood red, sprayed lead into his SUV, Dead quickly, No room for safety when you spit about topics that hate thee, enemy, Its jus me against the world was the words of PAC, and its the words he lived by before he got popped shot seven times he redlined flatlined in no waste of time, America was saddened but we go strong, Hip Hops immortal a new style and form, Sing a long is what we do and praise one day we make it, take it to a newer level and sound, I found that whatever you say comes around and goes around, Rumors spread that hip hops dead...but its livin forever, Never will it die, it will stay alive....Thrive and adapt like Darwins law, But no i gotta stop typin cause my hands is sore

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