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What u know bout getting up at, Five in the morning, to drive to a performance

Rhyme and record it, all before four hits

Thats the typa shit that I worship, on the floor-sit

Cross legged, with a purpose

Focused, you can see it my dreary eyes

Open, up my skull and you can read it live

If i seem deprived, dont pay it no mind brother

Thats just my hunger, mind high as a skyjumper

Thats my number, duty calls, i respond

Like wassup, im on the way, with a record to cut, mmm

Cutting ties like deals, i appeal to the real

Im so ill, it could kill, if you feel me

No meals, cold chills, in a still heat

Flow fill, whole build-ings, with real peeps

Kill sheets, everytime, any rhyme, spils, speak

With a tone like you know im in my zone, still free

Its the

Locally born, globally roaming poet wit the

Golden vocals chords, in other words-imma vet, only

Twenty three, and yet im looking at money tree

Right in front of me, i aint fronting you d-o-g's are my pet, lets

Go for a walk, throw a, ball at the park

Know i, swam with the sharks, so sick i need me a vet, fuck

Im on the ledge, i need a clown to push

Came right out the woods, i dont beat around the bush i just

Light and combust, the herbs, write and adjust, the words

Flying up like a bird and yet im, tryna to duck, from

The pigs, and the feds, the five-0, the twelve

Higher than steve-O, on cheap coke, i aint need no regrets, so

Im rolling the grass, ill throw in some hash, blowing my stash

Puffing a sack, while we blowing my stack

Nothing holding me back, putting holes full of lead in the backs

Of the cats just ahead, i dont fold, i dont crack

Under pressure, i get sicker like im under the weather

With a flow so cold, you'd think summer is over

Some will measure, some will bicker over whos better

That shits so old, we could talk bout it forever

Instead, lets just agree its Quadroon

My name the signature at the end of this bold letter