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Time for Pay Back, guns n clips packed, ready to ran sack your house when tha sun goes down makin it pitch black…
Most wanted signs pinned up wit thumb taks, working on da task at hand to murder you on dis track…
Nursery rhyme kid still not allowed to cross tha street, feel da heat from da underground under neath ya feet…
How do you plead, tha plative reads that you’ll be executed by me, da lyrical murderer makin you internally bleed…
I’m a monster who feeds off da whack, learns from da vets to enhance my skills to be able to feel da contact…
Perfectin my rhymes to collapse your thoughts, you cant be taught, cuz my rhymes are yet to be sold to be bought…
Drawed out da darkness, your not real like da lockness, ya fake kid, fade back into tha unwanted…
I’ve been laughed at n taunted, now witness tha da pay back that you wanted, bouta steel ya life and pon it…
I’m da future, your da past, representing how fast da game changes from fake to fact, back to what its suppose to be at…
Tha game’s now sad, what ever happened to da pen n pad, different styles now like drag queens, homos or fags…
Famous artists that lacks tha skill to be able to write they own shit, hire musicians wit no voice to write their own bid…
For now we’ve let shit slid, now I’m here da change da game, put down da pictures on ya walls and rearrange ya frames…
Its pay back, here to help you to remember da pain, fuck fame, tha answer to ya question is yes, tha commercial mc is to blame…
Then you ask what is there to gain, its tha respect, that procects our reps to adapt to topics that’s relevant to be read…
Cut ourselves just to see how much we have bled, clogged threads so we wont drown, keep ya head up above water n tred…
Never get tired, this is life or death, always fight for da last word and tha last breath, to be on top, you can neva rest…
Nor close your eyes, see reality and it eventually it all ties, together, separate tha truth from da lies…
Fuck a hook, I write like this, as if it were da next chapter of my book, it took me along time to realize that tha undergrounds been shook…
This is our time to shine, run tha world as crooks, writen scriptures in da nooks,
n we’re still reffered as rooks…
Stay on da same line or propel forward or backward is our only moves, no diagnol lines jus unlimted spaces to choose…
In no paticular direction, I’m da reflection of da worlds deflection, where theres no wrong answers, just corrections…
Its now time for pay back, its my only suggestion, fuck those who are frontin like they real, and as it comes to us, we keep writen…
