(Seven Shawn)
My words who live between the bars and the page
And they set free, when I release on stage
My raps are scrolls, from days of old
And my butter hit the book with ink
Until the whole pen sink
It's Seven Shawn, a relic from a lost place
I kick raps, that is a North Face with soft bass
Just in case the crabs don't understand the rhyme
But they get the scoop
Go on the square root of forty-nine
I give a sharp rap attack, like a box cutter
So nice, make precise, cuttin' the butter
Smooth brother, heat up in the rough time
I get a pen and pad, then write down bad rhymes
(Wicked) One time for the mind
Just what I see
Stay the same, never do I run game on my people
Hot like a sauna, Seven's the rhyme owner
When I rock I make brothers flock this like a corner
Wanna
Melt the butter down into the depths of jeeps 
With herbs and sips,
Words of my lips sink ships
I mean hips of honey dips start to spazz and speak
Make 'em drop, shake, and make they knees get weak
Okay, rub it in like Bengay, then say:
Squeek and bam, teach it like a damn sensei
Slice and bash, I'm like weed or the hash, I make ya high last
By completing my task

(John Doe)
When my mentality flips you better run
Straight to the West, smack dead in the sun
Because I make it hot like a known drug block
And John won't let up until I get my props
Facin' reality, man they can't grasp
You better jet fast, I'm comin' for that ass with the
Real to reel, I don't have to pack steel
Shit I'm outstanding like Shaquille O'Neal
When I leave my rest It's a must I maintain
Stress piles up leavin' sores on my brain
But I keep a level and a way to sidetrack
Where I'm at?
In my ghetto deep into my raps
'Cuz when I think back and I look at the times
Pushin nickel dimes, doin' petty crimes
Rush to get old, I was bold
Threw myself into the world, no coat, it was cold
By all means necessary kept me above
Had to get the cream to support my one love
Threw on my camouflage, blendin' in the streets
Doin' wrong acts just to make ends meet
But as the clock ticked, came wisdom to see
Understandin' my third eye mastered me
Now the black market is my target of attack
Yo, my peoples are you with me? Where you at?
Let's rap

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