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[Verse 1]
Now, once more and I'm back again
No misconceptions, connections, fuck the ressurections
Not here to hate or be a thug or just bust hot ass raw rhymes that's in my nature
This goes to dancers, b-boys, and boosters, stick-up kids, and dice shooters
Manuvers quick when I talk shit, walk with a bop
Brandin' the hottest transcript
Fuck what your man did
These days I go for self 'cause I learned one deal ain't a seal from help
So I rely on my skill and writin' ability
Magnify all my talents and search it for quality
Music for chicks who like it simple
And still think for critics on the streets who bang it just for beats
Haunters - That hazardous well-crafted word play
Gone is - the fabulous style cast from Jersey
Want it - all over the world from circumstances
Outlanders, contagious and demand it
Monitor the format
All songs conceal, world-class appeal
Whup that ass for real
Known as the Ill Speaker from the east
I'm here to step it up a notch
Kaos beneath speak
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[Verse 2]
Young cats of today only think about dreams of ice, bitches, and CREAM
And all the drama it brings
But I won't speak upon that, I've got an album to do
All y'all magazine writers prepare for your review
I kick that shit to make you feel relief
Feel release from the toungue and cheek
Athlete complete with a colorful outlook
Advanced rhyme book, it took mad time perfecting my lines and thought
For you like it, I'm strikin' official rhyme-writin'
All mine and clean, nigga, and never bitin'
The most favorite emcee in your life
My fame is black role model 'cause I always come right
Catch his ass at nine while my flash has the sign on the rise mastermind
Blast like landmines
I come from a time where the sound was paid
To stay new and creative in this hip-hop play
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[Verse 3]
I institutionalize fans
Take 'em to a land unheard of to (?)server(?)
Take it a step further
Here to take charge and show you what the plan is
Here to show y'all the ways and who the man is
Soul searchin' with strikes that show experience
Passport stamps will show you my gate clearance
Backpackers' support and mainstream fame
I'm about to change the whole game and still stay the same
Planes from the proclaimed master of the flow
With the wardrobe drippin' with colors of mad flow
It's natural how the casual man can grab you
Like John Randall frauds, I can't stand you!
I never claim to be the best at this
Style's priceless, better when my lips serve it
J. Rawls on the track and you know who I be
Dedicated to the fans and all this work
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