I'm not that hungry for props, this shit just seems to be fun to me,
But whether I like it or not, disses seem to come to me abundently,
But, I keep displayin my thoughts for some to see, so redundantly,
Habitually repressing my urge to swing and start writing a verse to reverse the scene.
The disturbing thing, is that I cant seem to find the words to speak,
Got over 550 post on R.B. & half these cats have never heard of me,
I got plans for the new breed, but like most pictures, they'll never develop,
I've offered to give them away, because I couldn't allow myself to sell 'em,
I dont want wealth or the women, I just wanna learn to express my soul,
To be able to spit out venom at cats... like the way these veteran's role,
I expect to fold, let the truth be told, I can't even get respect no more,
I'll try to inspect some more, as I set out searchin the 4 corners of the globe,
Then my entire minds on end, I'm defining legit, leaving this time suspensed,
Then all of a sudden my minds convinced, its almost like the sky condensed,
The ingredient I've been missing is that divining shit thats called substance...
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