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| posted Thursday, February 01, 2018 10:44:35 PM |
Death is the gate of life
I crept when it's late at night
And the daily price
Got you feeling faded like..
You cant even make it.. right?
Kids chase a flagrant vice
Caught up in a paradigm
And which sides his favorite yikes
Now everyones a critic
With their hatred just to fake the life
They seem like they major right?
But these mc's play they hype
Cause the day comes
And they actually obtain a mic
They don't really state it nice
More like barely able
To place a fu**ing statement right
Im A writer to ya’ll rappers
Modern day savior type!!
Im to nice for now a days
So I’m delaying the hype
Laying in the cut spacing out the site
When I’m just waiting cuz I'm making it nice
Then see my tracks blazing start craving a bite
But my style ain't simple for a patient to snipe
They wanna be famous as fuck
I wanna go beyond just portraying a sight
That some producer said what you making it tight
But in reality he's just creating the hype
Inflating the stereo type
That being broke & poor selling drugs is great
But really whats there to like?
These were my idols because they gave me a light
Every day of my life
Now I’m going off when they misplacing the sights
On ways to make statements a place for you to like.
A true poets dont deceive ya.
Soon you will see its all about stoic demeanor
I used to be disturbed when spitting words a novice speaker
Now my verse lifts the earth when I'm exposing a dreamer
killing kids like columbine and now I'm scoping the teacher
Overdosing on ether
crushing down a methadone
and start zoning on her features.
These little pricks with hollow minds consoling the leader.
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