how can i die? i live thru the beat thats how i survive/ decomposed but my flows keep me alive/ Ima starving artist tryin to get a peace of the pie/ you gone feel my concept givin you a peice of my mind/ and thats a fraction of my thought process/ the lost prophet ressurected seen thru gods optic/ speak the raw concept/ everything else dispensable its all nonsense/ i hear you talkin but its off topic/ i spark the chronic let it marinate inside of my lungs/ mics cower from the site of my tongue/ they fuckin scared cuz i rip mics till they twisted metal/ i do my own thang pull my own strings like gepetto/ stay away from pinnochio flows/ they stay controlled/ not by quality but the quantity and thats honesty/ thats why my minds built like an armory/ thats why my rhyme skills like it outta be/ i stay persistent/ my pen stopped but my mind didnt/ picked up where i left off and kept spittin...
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