Damn doggie come harder, I run harder, run charters
My lungs charred up, my mind's Vince Carter
Elevation, vertical leapin, stand from a stationary point
And leave your joints eternally leakin
Verbally speakin, murders and demons, burn em and sneak em
Under the ferns and trees and, birds and leeches
History, mind of Ghengis Khan and Menachem Begin
not for beggin, not to mention, mobsters, henchmen
quenchin, bench pressin these tracks, liftin, raisin
hittin blaze and spittin phrase and, I got it like that
I got it in packs, wrapped and packaged, for the masses
rappin wackness is what I call these classless rappers
actin actors, got their actions backwards, have to practice
mean mugs in the mirror til they got their practice mastered
Politics is what rap is, lying out their fat lips
The music all useless, its all Grants and Jacksons

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