For all of you out there.
I just woke from my slumber.
So sober.
Just had dream.
And yes it is a threat.
So say amen to this omen.
You hatters say I got no talent.
Saying I need a mentor.
But that's just a metaphor.
Your just an object in my project.
So go make pretend you set trends.
Before I bend your friends.
Im such a fiend.
I just don't care anymore.
Nigga nothings fair anymore.
Once I raise just praise it.
I hate this,serving the plates.
Because my rhymes are so fresh.
What a pressure.
To be expected with the best.
This is no test and if it was.
You'd fail.
Put me in a jail cell but ill just bail.
When I get out of this hell.
Ill tail you with my ferrari.
This is for real motherfucker.
Just try me.
Don't bribe me this pride inside of me.
Lights up like the explosions.
I expose in this field of war.
So gir bitch.
This shyt is done.
None of this shit ever started.
It just parted like the feeling of fear.
That was never near my soul.
Your so foul I scored this goal.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
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