flowmatics, still facts of the rappin trade,
and it be sad to say but i laugh at fags while smackin the brave
ran away from the sickness that engulfed the plague,
in so much pain that the GOD SEND just left my brain,
its it the game or the chained ball attatched to my feet?
rappin for weeks just to handle my cash on the streets,
and then smashin M.C.s, for fashion'in beef,
outclass the master of battles to retract their beliefs,
so whos askin the chief, about my rhymin style?
time to file reports on the shortage of crimes to the wild,
its my mind on trial for murder and i pleaded guilty,
gonna lock me up for homocide cause i beat 'em silly,
read them willing, my rights that i choose to waive,
i say enough tough shit for the cops to put this fool away,
no school today just learnin shit to make it better,
i can spit a flow and keep rhymes comin while takin cheddar,
the fakest leather, like raped women from hate endeavours,
face 8 barrettas all lined up to to escape the weather,
freestlyin...................just to jump from topic to topic,
whatever you want i got it, but realise its all for profit,
they sayin stop it, i can't because of my rap skills,
you grab pills to calm your fuckin nerves by poppin advil,
its non-stop.....i can rap for days on end,
fuck pawnin my mic, i might just be slayin yo friends...........
its PRO.
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