I bang thru barricades, serenadin’ Fate with a verbal cadence that never changes till tha Revelation/ ace of spades, locked in a cage with a pen ‘n’ paper to vent my frustrations, so many pages, so many ages / to you Hip Hop’s a phase, my bouquet of anguish has tainted the American English language, I came with insane wit / painted in an array of statements, colorful to catch tha gullible, palpable to taste you lame shits / I walk locked in waistchains ‘n’ anklets, headbangin’ like Greg Louganis, more holier than shamen, more jokes than Damon Wayans / on a TV show vocally staccato ‘n’ capriccio, it’s easy yo, I let tha pen flow…
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Listen to me spit over phone from prison, serving 12 yrs for robbery
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