wow so you know i just dont understand
cant keep up with legs stabbin th pavment dead
this is my vision nothin wrong or set but ready to bet
i this shit is lik shit bitches no game jus cant get it
clock in th system cookie chip in the machine
take this dope away from my hands ill beat you purple lik prince in ur rainin dreams
aha let it fold grow tall an cold touch my keeps
dropppin the 21 centery property intelegnce oh not sold
whats my name call me some label all that emi hype
power isnt a peoples myth but we believe it right
come back to my rhymes unwritten or show thyre face again
tell me who got the power naked hands shapeing our goals we dont own
shouts an cries stem from these fights were always louder together not alone
i never been been through this lost thought
not someone so close to the same page let alone same book of old age
i wana reach hights for better of worse
underwhelming need for thurst
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