The Death of the Hired Man starts with insurrection/
it's time someone doubted the mirror's reflection/
I'm like White-Out, I'm the correction/but I don't need
facilities, I'm at the tree etchin/the final
draft when y'all still sketchin/the salmonella
sound that leaves y'all retchin/I'm catchin/
hell cuz I left my post to come cipher/
take my mind off LaToya, yo why'd he knife her?/
but things get tough when you choose to be a fighter/
a medal or a lit lighter, shining brighter/
they say it's going wrong, I say we're getting righter/
In war damn a gun, I trade lines like insider/
Take stock of the split, I'm a high-tech riddle/
surrounded by the Smiths and I bust out the middle/
little time for the middle road, I'm on the edge/
I can't help walkin the line, I made a pledge/


Yo fam I bet y'all ain't about to step it up and drop shit on a beat real fast!
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<---Okay Jima (© Bridgetown)

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