[Verse 1 Illmaculate] I was chosen by the Pac fans I get it open when Im flowin, they like Hot damn Told you Im a boss man You as phony as your watchband And aint seen heavy metal since you opened for a rock band Shot your first gun, hoping that the Glock jammed Cant resolve your beef, so youre hoping that the cops can Said youre moving weight, you aint holding on a lot man How you moving weight when you smoking outta popcans? Said that you have pounds knowing that you got grams How you gonna be a soldier with them soft hands? Try n scrap me, throw em, they will not land And since your pride cant be broken then your jaw can Fists connect like modems with broadband You know that I got plans cause the dough that you got ran [...] Its thrown in a box fam, you know when its [?] The soul is in Gods hands [Verse 2 Illmaculate] If only the strongest survive, when Im gone its a lie I dedicate this to the time of every artist that tried The Braveheart of my tribe Sharpen a knife and carve in the side of my arm Initials of every artist that died The markings I scribe darken the sky And cause rain that doubles the earths water supply Scarring your pride, you swear your armyll ride? The only time youre barging your lives is crossin your heart when you lie I breath deep, take oxygen in I need beef, I feed meat to the monster within Youre knee deep, your beliefs got you again I see things how they are, you see things with positive spin Cant touch me with where your hands have probably been Where mine and money are like a magnets opposite ends I got the cockiest grin cause you copy my trends Youre not in my skin, Im a fuckin god amongst men, yeah
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