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Yo,Still at it, still startin static, i had it, in my hands, but i didnt grasp it, it slipped, this life is knife edge, untill im dead, i pledge, im honing my skills, underground rapping sounds kill, me in the heart, my movement, my soul, im playing my part, without it,i doubt it, my record chances faded, my mind played it, in repeat, the bitter taste of defeat, i sparked streets with that ill shit, that automatic heart gripping, spark a zoot,hennesey sippin, club banging, beats hanging in the streets, more then people do, neglect my voice like the same way these bitches do, i flipped a crew from dead to top street cred, ripped a boy with 2 bars, writin rhymes in cars, listenin to the voice that spoke, no need for a re-into, coz im in yo,ak's reborn, with horns,a halo, this is how i was made so, if you at it,stay at it, if you not, i keep it hot, flip it out,no doubt, im back to back life sniffing crack, lay or slay,spit or dont, im still ill with it, that kill instinct, that makes you inflict my pain, and realise my words are wise, ak's future is written under the sky.
Intoxication, my voicebox rocks the nation Sweet affiliation, the Doe Or Die situation - Az
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