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    What's that, nigga? Haha-ha
    Look — huh!

    Now, I can write something that's ignorant, present it as immaculate
    Then package it for people to purchase diggin' inside your purses
    And pockets for profit that I know that you needed
    Don't pay no mortgage or no car, no, give them dollars to me
    I dominantly attest a system that was set in place for politics
    The problem is, this shit is archaic – so I'll explain it quick
    Of course you need a singular image, then you're excellin'
    Don't worry about your content 'cause hatred is always relevant
    And prevalent; I'm sure you'll find a proper way to sell to kids
    And catch 'em while they're young, they'll never question your integrity
    Selectively invaded the market, your product's average
    And with money behind it, I promise that you'll be poppin'
    I put you on every blog and that's how you gain your respect
    When you're popular they assumin' you're automatically next
    And your catalog filled with records that sound exactly the same
    It's insane and fuckin' monotonous all your music is drainin'
    The energy out my body – it's crazy, I'm tryna take it back
    To Pac and Big or Pun as I punish you with these artifacts
    Relics of what they used to be, honesty over usury
    Take a seat, come and see! I will leave you in disbelief
    Now, you baffled by my intelligence – not to mention the cadence
    But that's aside from the fact, in the stat I'm currently stated
    Just pay attention to lyrics to see what they really sayin'
    I bet that you would be blown away, wonderin' what you listen for
    As I propose the apropos, opposers take the higher road
    Expose their true intentions, they devious and deliberate
    Deceivin' with the statics, the average of receptin'
    Accept I'm settin' the tempo in tone, I'll take you to temple
    Un momento, let the author breathe – focusedly I dispose of thee
    Keep this kid in your memory, mention me but I need to be
    Better than all my enemies, never sleep in my mezzanine
    Wide awake I refuse to dream, flow is a methamphetamine
    Meddlin' with adrenaline, pedalin' tryna pass
    I'm gonna crush a couple Adderalls, I'm feelin' like a junkie
    Noddin' off, I need my second wind as I begin the pen
    Is now a part of me, compartmentalize the pain my father causes
    Fuck that simple nigga – what the hell do you know?
    And apparently, I am too stupid and gullible I could never be
    Anything more than what I am currently, I should probably quit
    I'm wastin' all my time and I might as well call it off
    I guess I need to straighten up and fly right so I can be like
    My dad, who set the perfect example on how you should live
    And that's degrade your wife and kids until they no longer speak
    Then you come home and 'cause 'em hell so that they never see peace
    The place that we rested our heads ever stepped in a war zone
    Where the tyrant that's runnin' rampant and rantin' on telephones
    Tellin' anyone that'll listen that my kids ain't shit
    A bunch of worthless motherfuckers and my wife is a bitch
    Let's not discuss all of my issues, there's no need to recall the fact I'm a fuckin' alcoholic that was never involved
    Or took an interest within the children that I helped to create
    I live in a delusional world and that's not even my fault
    The relationship I have with my kids is the one that I want
    I provided and put food on the table, that's all that they needed
    Who cares about love or compassion? Ain't no empathy given
    That nigga never taught me shit, I learned this all on my own
    I was lonely and suicidal way before I was grown
    Now my adult years are filled with fears and animosity
    I repress my emotions so that they will not affect me
    I've done that shit for a minute but now I think I'm defectin'
    Reflectin' on my regrets – I gotta find a way to deal with them
    To get out of the darkness, become a productive citizen
    I'll never run away from my pain, I prefer to live in it
    Then document my pride in the peek of these perfect sentences
    Prayin' that people feel it, I put my poems in proper pitch
    Ain't no need for support, just believe if I ever make it
    That I'll remember the doubt when nobody wanted to help
    Had to get this shit by myself and I sacrificed all my time
    But invested that in a craft and I broke it down to explain it
    You'll see that it's simple math, I continue to bust my ass
    As I work with the rarer focus promoted by segregatin'
    You derelicts' demographic reactions, it is reality
    I attacked and I tackled totalitarian temperament
    Tenant attendance attempted, but never attended
    Intended to take this metropolis, modernize it but modestly
    Modifyin' monotony, mobilizin' monopoly
    Makin' it mortify you, my mind is major and massive
    The masses made me a martyr – I managed to use momentum
    To minimalize opinions, maniacally they were given
    I'm endin' this on a positive note, proceed with propriety
    Do it without promotion, the media notoriety
    Never exaggerate how I'm livin' is well below my means
    Create the flawless flow for the fakers, the fornicators
    Forsaken fame for I know that I'd rather really be honest
    I'm on a different trajectory, but you are nowhere near me
    I think that I'll speed it up 'cause I'm tired of speakin' this clearly

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    Yeah, I mastered the flow and they said: He a beast
    I bettered the kid as you need
    So what do you mean? You singin' I'm all in your dreams
    That nigga is definitely clean
    He painted a picture, recommended scene
    You hearin' the most niggas into one fiend
    You know that our work is a part of the dream
    I guess that I struggle with everything
    And that was the reason that we have created a plan
    Of doin' it better than most of these niggas
    But no one really understands
    I live in the stanzas, I said that I'll play in my head
    But now that I'm given the chance
    A relevant nigga with negative stance, lawd!

    Aye, bitch, half my fans bitch!
    Don't nobody like that shit
    There's a notebook on the motherfuckin' floor
    January 12th, this is it! Rappin' it the fuck up
    Five tracks – no hooks or none of that shit, bars!
    Five-five fuckin' songs
    But enough bars for a whole fuckin' mixtape
    You bitch! Tell your mother about it!

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