They scarred of my potential, crippled by my capacity I hear the instrumental and spit words so naturally A wordsmith, red shift a galaxy I spit halogen electricity at those that battle me Born to rap to this beat, define gravity and rise up Getting so high from the lie I make the sky duck Ill rap circles around your whole team for 5 bucks Local shows terrible, Im telling you why it sucks Cause rap is payed or played, theyre songs to no crowd Its on when everyone got bars, but no ones on now Then hop into the cypher with a stylee at my sold out Avoiding your pounds with head nods and no doubts Maybe its just me but I dont get excited by the critics on my ?? with the same hands they type with Like the recognition, but that aint why I write it When this poetic gift is presented to you stay silent
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