[Random] Uhh, uhh Geah, geah, uh Yo You was there when I lost Uncle Bobby I needed a hobby, nobody beside me To guide me or probably provide me, with an out So I spit it out, just cant figure out Its Godly, gotta be, how I do it properly Big Ben with ink pens, swat at every shot at me Possibly my lifeline, I write rhymes That might find they place next to icons Let your light shine, I was told quite a while ago Now the boy can remember like the Alamo Ninethree a team with big dreams That hit scenes and shared the wealth like a split screen Now it seems, things is quite different Cats make mills that dont even like spendin I bring the truth like goggles with night vision Bring it to the heavens, somebody might listen But hey Yknahmsayin? Theres been times in my life where Hiphop has literally saved my life where I was caught up in situations that My boys had got caught up in But because I was in the crib Writin rhymes or listenin to beats I was able to get out of that situation So I owe hiphop Aiyyo how you gon say that Ra aint sick? True talent aint measured by MySpace hits I know God gave gifts, he gave me some nice mitts To get a tight grip and I aint slipped Still yet, holdin on like Dawn without the other chicks HOLD ON! Provin intelligence aint quite irrelevant Shows in different Area Codes is Ludacris I, got, jokes When I was doin this, didnt know what to do with this Couple seconds away from sayin Im through with this yes Despite my despair, I made intuitive Raps, the most expressive form of art But thanks to creative its thrown apart But hiphops in YOU as a matter of fact So hiphop aint dead til you flat on your back, yo Rappers gettin got left and right So while Im here Ima bless the mic Sho you right I like talkin to my homies And, and they always tryin to tell me they like Yo man, you you made it man I be like I aint make nothin yet man Cats be like Yo when you gon get signed man? And Im like Is that really the ultimate goal? To put your music into somebody elses hands? The websites say underrated, views say overlooked Labels say its raw, streets say overcooked yeah They tellin me I got that Kanye sound So Ima Touch the Sky fore it All Falls Down Until Jesus Walks on Earth, Ima hold down my turf When worst come to worst, every verse that I burst Put a G up in the purse, fell down but I aint hurt, pluck the dirt off shirt cmon Put in work like a temp agency From A to Z and you aint changin me nah Cause no rap cat is the same as me Cause they aint got as much love for the game as me And my boys say that I made it, I aint even on the doorstep I think the greatest rapper aint even been born yet So the best is yet to come And my journey to the top has just begun Yeah, yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... AhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhHAH!
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