my 1st time recording anything. #goodtimes

(1st Verse)
Verbally insane, clinically I'm the same, I blame the damn corner where I sold my caine, the pain's stained in my brain, but I don't com-plain, that's the main reason why spew that flame, and torch booths, 151 liquor proof, wipe my ass with your little freestyle, duke… so poof, kick rocks, break your toes on 'em, stop jackin' for beats them flows ain't dope on 'em... You still rap all mathematical, still stuck in the 90s with that bullshit battle flow…
Now you're stuck in the lair, or the lion's den, back slap rappers like Ric Flair, it ain't fair, I'ma suggest that you digress or die as the next that I digest, dive chest first into a bed of nails, before you set a sail, tryna' cross my wave, little lame, we both entertain, but the difference between us is that you begged to be slave, I don't eat with them labels, I sit alone at the table, my songs get the triple play, like they came with your cable, you're known for writing fables, don't bust no guns, type to babysit and he ain't bust no sons...

(2nd Verse)
My imagination's straight out of Playstation, a Black Op walkin' with a HALO, wasted, shootin' from the hip and still hit the damn faces, of anybody from a hundred yards tryna' hate this, if we were in the 80s you'll be all tryna' tape this, stuffin' white tissue to dub over some fakeness, greatness, that's what they call "I", none can ever con-test, so the point is don't try… Listen to the stupid shit you niggaz would buy, got me turnin' off the tube, so I don't blow my high, don't ask me why niggaz got deals and I don't, my answers in the fact that my life is no joke, I'm Rakim '88, gold rope, you young niggaz right now? No hope, aside from the Pimp that paid your way, duke I'm more street than any corner, curb, or stoop, they're Perps, I'm proof that rap is truth, loose like Pitbulls that's gone weeks without a meal so chill…

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