yo/
what i realize, is the real die but still why?/
i feel like the last of hip hop cuz this shits got no real guys/
no one left in the business, matter of fact no one left with the sickness/
i witnessed, the growth and death but i'm here so hold ya breath/
everyone else fold ya deck, cuz i'm so sick of hearin "i'm shown no respect"/
yall want classic material but wont purchase/
it hurts us and now new rules have surfaced/
you gotta be able to make great hooks/
sample a few oldies and make a video with bitches with great looks/
there are exceptions but within seconds its about weapons/
just know that ya blessings will allso teach you lessons/
i know you lookin at this like what do i know?/
but when i flow, its all about how long can i go/
only, i'm not bitchin' listen around for my writtens/
its forbidden though, cuz it make most seem pussy like kittens/
only, dont take this open mic as a view of my battle verse/
i break backs and take tracks over just know, that'll hurt/
i spit and curse, shift my works and tell you to fix ya purse/
i got the gift that eats and burps, drop you off and tell ya fam they can keep the hearse/
okay okay....peace
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