what up pop? reach for tha sky or lose ya life like marbles with a cat’s eye that sparkles, I’m in tha circle yo / revert to my prior ways, I let tha fire slay / at hard times ‘n’ dire straits, tha wiser sire’ll leave holes in your attire from when tha iron sprays / I rape tha mic raw ‘n’ increase tha spread of verbal AIDS / I crave classic cake like Rae baked in tha Purple Tape / rap today, you fake fags is like, worlds away…
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