My testimony is to test the phony in every ceremony
Crew members and entourage guards split-in-half share ya homies
culprits know me as the sand-man mechanical cronie
momentum of the speech is rage like I live with a.i.d.s.
Some swing swords he spit the blades as enemies shaved
beat with bats as they bathed whole head caved-in
the spot gory slid off with your hot shorty end of story
My lyrics multiply like the names of ghetto kids named Cory
peeps I break bread with down to fill em with lead for me
Destructive to paths like war tanks in motion
you don't no my notions trunk hustling records fuck industry labels, and promotion
local artist to the day life is broken sleeping angels awoken
to fight the demons slice the heathens who say life's meaning is quite demeaning
hell-fire lights the evening morning dew and the stench of the foes who dared to ridicule
My little crew cruising in jeeps with their fleets pleased to see the end of you
I move like mike bibby in this fugitive city even on the blind and vets the gov shows no pity
Low income syndrome sends them to the block to either smoke, or sell
then it's death or life in jail or you switch trades to prevail
cause a long life isn't guaranteed anyway if your working 9 to five or with the scale
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