Last open mic for a while... perfect time to say goodbye...

can i get an encore? do you want more?
we's gettin raw with the maryland boy,
so for one last time i need ya'll to roar,
now what the hell are you waiting for?
After me there will be no more, so for,
one last time nigga make some noise...

i been slept on, stepped on but my rep wasn't questioned,
couple years old and my peers told me to expect unexpected,
recelect some impressions, that had been reflecting actors,
imagine me... shit... oops. actually that refelctions backwards,
my RV career started to appear and i was testin cowards,
the last open mic for a while is when my affection showers,
lyrical content is not sick but somethin i've been investin hours,
almost givin this up for a girl is somethin im less than proud of,
economy was destroyed when them boys wrecked the tours,
our generation have had several patients and im the best of ours,
been writin text for hours, notice these impressive powers,
the rest is sour after you mention how their account is less than ours,
bastards curious, while listening to the most nasty lyricist,
how clear is this? its nothing like a childhood past experience,
this is the last for now, nasty how they half to stare at it,
im unique... and my style... no way you could actually mirror it..

can i get an encore? do you want more?
we's gettin raw with the maryland boy,
so for one last time i need ya'll to roar,
now what the hell are you waiting for?
After me there will be no more, so for,
one last time nigga make some noise...

alright alright... it was 16 years ago when i was made then named,
first of all i changed the way i live, then i changed the game,
no worries, the flow buries and shows fury that will shortly spark,
born racy and evil, crazy to people, thats how my story starts,
my glory darts.. explodes and then shows what is more than art,
thats why my ryhme book might look like the place i pour my heart,
so what you waitin for, the part? where i finish the verse,
so you can read it again and again until you remember the words,
sendin some curves from the plate when i assemble my verbs,
and pronouns, cause i throwdown before you assemble a verse,
this is my gift and my curse, scream till ya lungs get sore,
thats how i can know if ya'll will want some more,
jump and roar, all ya'll out blast the loud speakers,
as i throw my chain, yell my name, see ima crowd pleaser,
so fuck with that, i'll leave and still be runnin rap,
capture this cause after this they will be no comin back...

can i get an encore? do you want more?
we's gettin raw with the maryland boy,
so for one last time i need ya'll to roar,
now what the hell are you waiting for?
After me there will be no more, so for,
one last time nigga make some noise...

ya'll can consider this last verse, my victory lap,
cause when im finished, its finished, ain't no gettin me back,
please don't be sendin me crap, about doin collabs,
i appreciate the thought, but thats as true as i am,
all ya'll disapointed, well its somethin im sorry fo',
but check back in a week and i'll dumpin out audios,
thats how the story goes, as of now, im leavin rap,
i ain't teasin man... want an encore? read it back..

can i get an encore? do you want more?
we's gettin raw with the maryland boy,
so for one last time i need ya'll to roar,
now what the hell are you waiting for?
After me there will be no more, so for,
one last time nigga make some noise...

and im out...

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