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I can feel it in my arteries my artistry is hard to beat
You can try to follow me, yet my steps are too steep
Mountain peaks surrounding me ,high off pounds of trees
Feeling like a legacy has always been hidden in me
I've been spittin frees ,since thirteen on that verse scene
I feel if you verse me simply I can murk teams
Twist their necks like bottle caps you really wanting that?
Quarterback strapped, bullets through snapbacks ,that's a fact
Faggot ass, you don't want a part of that, I'mma spar them with my raps
Mayweather through any weather they'll probably collapse
The golden glove, shows no love , I hold a gun face of a soldier's son
Shoot till the moon swaps the sun, you assume I'm just another one
Talking shit that I've never done, you're probably somewhat right
The lyrical type that talks life , in perspective of the neglected
Finding my message and stamping it in a few seconds
Send it to the world, trying to create a new essence
Nothing fresher than a young man kicked out on the streets
He gives all his apologies, no guidance to see
All that he did wrong, sweating palms addressing songs
Figuring out where my next line belongs so I... pause