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Ahh pro and Dot What Up
The state The state we in
I mean it used to be better
We used to be friendly
Competition bar for bar
Everybody pushing their pen
Much different now i don't Know?
I this close to blowing up (July 1)
My sixteen bars is killer I'm diverse
Or do search? knowing how my pen work
They said Im a breath of fresh
Air Im like ten certs
I buy they cd Im skimming through the inserts
(come on?)
The lack of skill man I been hurt (been hurt)
Rappers don't want to admit to my
Face that my work is wet
So to ride my wave the surf the net (True)
Its disgusting not for nothing
Me Prez always had these type of discussions
I mature I spit sick and the cure died
In March and September and February remember?
(Rest In Piece)
I still listen to their music Im still
Learning it's different things I could use
(Shit) thats why I rhyme the same
To make sure y'all ain't die in vain
I think about Big this what he died for
I think about Pac this what he died for
I think about Pun this what he died for
The hunger in my eyes so this
Is what Im ride for
I think about Big this what he died for
I think about Pac this what he died for
I think about Pun this what he died for
The hunger in my eyes so this
Is what Im ride for
You know I feel as thou I'm cheated
Because instead of me fulfilling my prophecy
I have to start one
Instead of me doing a good job and carrying
On an empire I have to build one
Most niggas they feel like well
You see what biggie's
You know he has the hat the kangoo and
This and you have to be like that
But if you don't really want to be like
That you don't have to be like that
You know what I'm saying
I vision that suburban
Every March 9 is kind of disturbing
Im rhymer who's wording is urgent
Flow live we'll never be a Tie like detergent
On the block BM think of Pacs BM (Vegas)
Thinking of them gunshots damn why'd
It have to be him
Thats why I spit it street and I spit
It A-ccapella cause Pun's heart missed a beat
If we don't push it with
The pen than fuck it
I just feel like we doing them an injustice
I get it that's word to my grandmother
Treat everyday like
I'm part of making the band brother
You see they fear what they don't understand
So they hear my metaphors
But they don't understand
Dem punch lines is gonna
Make them remember me
Cause I'm going hard in your memory gODSON!
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