Hostile
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I burn a mic like I'm yearning to earn stripes up A surgeon working a knife with the words surged thru the mic of The scenes servin the white and the first murder to strike up Disturbed version of life from the perch versed in the lights Of the days that the streets raised and the grace that the kings gave me The plate that he keeps waking up makes me a fiend crazy Relate me to fake fucks but it's way too obscene stating My aim is to make ducks out of 80 percent playing Cuz now I'm making moves and blazing my path To finally enter in this game give a taste of my wrath Breaking a groove that be the centerpiece of hate that I have Making a movie out these dismal streets I raised on my ass Im with that shit so just save all ur full clips I was raised in the pulpit of the game and I hate when it's bullshit All your fake foolery plays and it makes for a tools trip A slave being praised by the youth that's afraid to be too tipped It's the Game from the great gospel On the chase to remain hostile Game from the great gospel On the chase to remain hostile All im ever gonna need in this mic Transport the grand scheme of his life The stampeed of why I can't see defeat in this fight I mean I needed all these bad dreams to see in this light That I can kick this bitches ass and be a fiend for this life Cuz knowin how I'm transceived I've seen the intentions And looking back at all the bad skeems to seein fruition I mean regardless of the past me I see a new vision And what the f*ck I see is music me and people who listen Cuz everyday I feel a different change and when it's time to grip the reigns I'm verbally equipped to keep the frenzy flyin into flames Proving my intensity new disguise he meant to change From dude who used to rap to dude whos truly live and in the game I'm humble gladly speak my soul to this shit Roll up a fatty and release the havoc molded within I know id rather be at home n stoned then go seekin crys Roll up the reefer get a pen and pad and go bring a hit It's the game from the great gospel On the chase to remain hostile Game from the great gospel Chase to remain hostile This was some spur of the moment Sittin at home with pnemonia For God's sake I made the beat on my phone Just to reiterate the fact I'll put MCs into comas Same fucker that I been about just clean in my zone of Completely shitting on these wack MCs that seem which you clone from Cuz being lit be all these fags intrigued and keep spitting so dumb See me and quickly giving dap and cheese sneak dissing grown some Cuz you lack and couldnt spit that heat and Dee whip that dope up I ain't tatted on my face or living lavish on my page I work my ass off at a steakhouse gettin at it in a chase To get my ass up out the waste found when the man in me had raised And it ain't no more getting chased round by the agony and pains Simply soaring getting attaboys gravity's obtained No more panicking or crashing noises tragedy explained Gods path ain't always what your plannin after we embrace We soul search and reach some understandin glad to be escaped It's the game from the great gospel On the chase to remain hostile Game from the great gospel On the chase to remain hostile
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