.....Its a good thing i wasn't in any form of substances, just my usual marathon running mind.
I chose to dissacosiate from all these punk niggaz,
always talking money, hoes, drugs and hard liquor,
they think they reppin' a powerful sect, poor niggaz,
seem like little shits to me, kitty litter!!
Its like sending gold diggers,
to get you more figures,
out of these broke niggaz, go figure.
I dig ya,
I get the silliness in your rhymes,
i'll never see you decline,
interviews all the time
talking bullshit
Step up to the pulpit,
show me how you do it,
you talk a very good case, my nigga can you prove it?
I exist on my own plateau,
call it sub space,
and you are NOT invited
sweet SOLACE!
Bamboo beats in my head!

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