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Some Stuff
Some Stuff
Got a strange touch, changed so much cats can’t recognize
Me, now a wise G description now spiritual and lyrical surprised?
Rhymes slaughter galore now order I restore in the rap game
Faced many obstacles and plenty apostles had to scrap for fame
My recitals sometimes flames like fire suicidal in my brain
From societal strain the recipe for success is my vital aim
Don’t believe in corruption so I receive instructions on survival
Read books and proceed to look for good jobs since my arrival
Get the hood involved it could be tribal and dense I’m not hell liable
For gun play no fun anyway shooting and looting for no reason
That’s out of season wanna get in the front door avoid treason
MADDRAPPER PEACE
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