rappers think they are fly but camera shy, when the Cannon is aimed, out for everlasting fame and the game is to get dough, play cool and wreck the loops and tunes, like red roses do not bloom towards moon, I can not give up this art that I represent with the heart, God is my witness, kicking knowledge on how to survive in the concrete jungle, the lead to be followed, spitting like tips that is hollow, I drop for dough and props, set it and forget it.
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