Grime all around
Still thinking fine linen
Step on a bitch’s back to meet
Sophisticated women
On a verge
Made it to base even after life
Threw a curve
Nickel and dime me out of my legacy
Maybe it’s my hate for suits
S’why at every chance I revolute
At those who pose true authority
When only He who go unseen
Around here call shots
And He told me to forever stay vigilant
With precision
Rhyme thick tread Michelin
Forward with faith the mission is
Add on

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me and the fellas would converge and heat up some Hot Pockets in preparation for Rap City.� Roc

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