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I asked God to turn the wine back to water
This author Came from a tribe targeted by my other side
So I want us sharper found than our arrows because we ain't getting slaughtered
Want to unite the tribes like chief Pontiac
But if any wanna light an over millennium beef, I'll show you how I'll act
Painted mine only of war
When we made art and crafted from heart's ore
Ignored and plotted against before those white ores
Now I'm working from the same core
I'm from the left wing of the Phoenix bird
Rhyme superb, working verbs, hitting curbs
Roll with a hoodie concealing self they say I look disturbed.
I work a pen till the ink gone
Crack my chest open for every song
Keep creating because never promised to be here long
I believe we all equal but in choices of path made us differ
Some too busy pushing their dreams in their sequel
Instead of living better not bitter
So stand heavy hitter or those thoughts will eat you
I know for this business I'll have to politic
Smile for the cameras a bit
Wave for the kids and kiss a baby
But my rhymes hit, a swift kick causing your 180°
Jaw dropper from a real hip hopper have you had this feeling lately?
Got wolves waiting for a lick, and come clean so know how to mop ya
I'm just a 90's raised by 60s babies
Sad your whole chosen code arose to oppose me
Y'all insects on my windshield
So before I pop a top I'll shmear off
You, your Wack crew, so called shooters that plot on you
And your step pops too.
I'm ice t in the brain and bread
Salute no soldier boys
Trained in different terrain we ain't the same strain
Forget your abusive meds, found loaded movin or get lead from foos with spirits dead
Boy soldiers ready to split the Ice
I train like I'm rhyming in a cypher with monch, thought, Asia and chino XL
Then add em and Royce
Plus KRS kurupt RBX's and any or every slaughterhouse member
Remember I came to dismember
And Break it down to ember
Now let me separate this rhyming society
Is you em or brrr
Sick in sentence
Even a celly pray for space
But get praise if I lugy a taste
Solem in solitaire
Only worthy opponent is I
Unless my kin pic a mic even then
They have to walk the earth as many miles as myself
Before they wanna come close but by then I'd double leaving them comatose
Trying to decipher a mad man's pied piper as I lounge with God to toast
It's me.
