when i grab the mic, i open ears like gauges
elevatin your minds with rhymes and metaphors in small stages
that scrubby white boy representin the jersey slums
everybody got they piece of the pie, i'm rummagin for the crumbs
but i'm ready for whateva man wheneva the time comes
i'm just tryin to get heard and elevate my funds
so i recite these street scriputres while the beat still drums
a puppet on the string of the weed that made me dumb
my words are droppin like bombs, explode then mushroom
and leave the whole scene bloody like v tech classrooms
I aint never leavin the game, man i love this art
how the hell am i gonna stop? i aint dick cheneys heart
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