. . .& that's sayin' alot.
First piece in over a year.
The words on my loose leaf are too deep-
For you geeks to accuse me of selling out.
I bet I shout, until fumes leak & consume these-
Who have a shred of doubt that I’m the truth, b.
I drop plumes, deep in the center of your consciousness.
Honest, kids - If another says I fell off, I’ma flip!
The problem is, I go to school and I got a gig.
I’m busy! That’s the reason I ain’t droppin’ shit.
I’m still the nigga who put you all to shame.
Still got more Legend noms than you got Hall of Fame
Still the one growing, while you are all the same.
Stationary bike syndrom is what I call you lames.
New cats here don’t know me, & I had enough, dude.
If you don’t know, I’m the idol of the guy you look up to;
Weak niggas know me for debating in ID;
Real niggas know me for eating faces in 03
Then going on a legendary topical rip in 04 & 05.
Now when I look up, I see no more of the old guys-
Who were dope when I was constantly rippin`.
All I see are the old herbs pretending to be Wicked.
But fuck it, you can have that spot, trust me
Niggas been suckin’ my dick - I had enough, b.
& I guess I’m jaded, when I mention: I hated the attention,
And to reflect to you cats that I didn’t need it,
I changed names & erased my Legend pieces.
This is the reverend speaking - Innovator of sorded tales.
Only spittin' cause I got a few minute & I’m bored as hell
“Chris you’re rusty - Trust me, I’ve seen you do better
Seen you tell dope stories, back then, you used mettas”
Yeah! I know -
I got 100 pieces doper than this. . . I ain’t saying it’s hot
But it’s still better than 100 of our shits. . & that’s saying alot
niggas
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