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I strike hard when I write bars I write bars like I wrestle with crocs and I fight sharks I die hard when a mic's charged Each bar's so deep when I speak you need a life guard Look I wrestle with clocks and time starts The mind's vast, vessel of thoughts we bypass The light sparks in the night with dark demons White trash sucking these pipes of no reason Streets bark treason Weak heart figure of speech you'll reach heathens Speak then I'm breezin', deep 'till I'm finished breathin' They can lay me to sleep When thе reaper resigns and stops rеaping Thoughts are in a box leaking, on the box peaking Never stops all alone on the blocks creeping It's me myself and I but we're not speaking The plot deepens, I'm lost in the shot sequence In the scene where my shadow is my enemy Dance with these ghosts in the gallows of my memories I'm on the run like a marathon of heresy The agents of danger are lurking up ahead of me To overcomes pedigree I'm a soldier breed Bring your dogs, my fam'll come and hold their leads Blud I'll throw you down a hill like I'm rollin' cheese On the streets lookin' bait like you're holding keys Fake wannabe br'ers without the floor to stand Throw a fist, I'll turn your glass jaw to sand Stay away, my temper's too short to hang My style's ghostly, I write with the haunted hand And when I walk, I walk in a morbid jam And when I breathe, I breathe in the tortured sham And some starve while the rich folk hoard the grams And educate their kids to keep the order plan But that's another rhyme, best for another time I got the punch line king up on the other line I'll send a chill down your brothers spine And then rewind it... start another rhyme Then return with the hunchback gorilla raps I keep rising like prices of British gas I'm in the flats selling weed just to limit tax You tax me I sign on and make you give it back And all this heat could make any beef evaporate I'm in the streets same song as Donny Hathaway I'll leave you done away like Beyblade and rattle snake Places I walk real things start to gravitate And I'm the guy with this wordplay phenomena Skill like it's amatureville, hard to monitor Style even amateur kill like Veronica Fright night battle myself to a melodica Snake bite, rebel of death, the ghost rider I ain't gonna settle for less like most writers Me I came to wrestle the best and toast liars so what You see me raw at your door like I post flyers In the ring I send gum shields flyin' The unreal signed and the young still dyin' Guns still buy it, becoming so deep Now posh kids are living out armchair street lifes In the real hood it's poverty and thieves right? We put up bootlegs as long as they got three stripes And in the hit of the night we sit bunnin' Our split personalities quick my shit's cunning I spit, your mentalities gripped I'm still gunnin' Equipped where the pinnacle stripped and still runnin' Mega tongue slang mad gypsie of this Universe True to verse, I came with the use of words Super nerds are disturbed when I'm due to serve Tryna' talk to the kids who wanna shoot ya first Do the maths it's the money that the future serves Do the facts, do your bird 'till ya chew the dirt We run around gettin' high tryna' chase a skirt In a place where we talk with our razor first The old folks reminiscing on the way they were They went to war and worked hard for a taste of dirt And when I'm high I'm looking down on this face of Earth To see reality all crippled in my place of birth I'm just a guy with a voice, and a way with words Who's tyrna' say what I see when I spray my verse