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Imma stay on earth, from my day of birth
Till I lay in dirt, and when I do burry me up in my favorite shirt
On the sacred turf, you better pay the nurse
Youll just make it worse, if you take her purse, she only came to work
You think im gonna pay the clerk, I hate the jerk
Ill make it hurt when im hittin him like batters when they safe at first
I stay alert so ill break the curse and put an end to it
I say a verse, u getting served but without the menu kid
Take affense to it, you aint a friend of riz, so don’t pretend you is
or don’t go blendin in, cause then you get, extended clips
and when it hits, ya friend and shit, u gotta body you can tend to it
Till then i get, relentless with the rhymes and give you sentences
But yo don’t mention it, cause imma represent and spit the testaments
That make u sensitive, and try not to remember this
Cause when it clicks, you try to make some sense of it
And then it is, deffinetly evident, that I perfected penmanship
i stay with minerals and MANY pills like benadryll
and CHEMICALs, then it’ll, leave conditions critical
and they’ll test ya genitals when they give u a physical
so when I call u fuckin nuts yea I mean it literal
-my styles irresistible, the sickest individual
its mystical how yall cant see me im invisible
your pitiful, you aint no criminal, don’t be subliminal
cause then it ull result in shots taken like im Digital
Its typical how minimal skills make people synacle
But when I do it on the mic its hot so dip in swimming pools
-Im Invincible, I don’t rap I give u visuals
And Im schoolin you, cause I handle kids like principles
Ive reached the pinnacle, and with quick fists I win a duel
I get so pissed at you that I scream like mystical
And this is who to listen to when you feelin miserable
Cause im about my digits dude like guys in business suits
Im the guy you idolized
But why did I, try to lie to a private eye about the homocide
And your skills is mine divided by 9 or 5
When it comes to droppin lines, stick to a 9 to 5
-We can stand side by side, or we can shoot eye for eye
cause either way, you gotta die, like u drinkin cyanide
Labels telling me like riz you gotta sign the dotted line
And im like why, I aitn even gotta up my dolla signs
You actin outta line, with a rap phenomenon
The bottom lines, you outta time like students up in columbine
And I apologize for the final time, when I gotta line
In my mind, I gotta swallow a lotta pride
I wonder what goes thru my fathers mind and mommas mind
Every time they try to find some trees and dimes of mine
They aint tryna compromise they just want me locked inside
But as long as im with my bars, ill survive
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