shit ain't a battle, this here's a war
& fuck all the bullshit that ain't even a metaphor
We here focuzed on killin emcees
Shit is gettin hot thou, peep the degrees
Global warming gonna leave US A.ll in a sea emcees
We in here killin each others, shit just like the streets
Why's the coldest mothafucka the ones that pack heat
Why's the focus always on each others demise
Top of game bitches laughin, 'you think that shits a surprise?
What are we really spending our time doing?
If we come from one source, why not have a family reunion?
The whole system controls with confusion
Meaning that knowledge is opposite of the system's illusion
It's gonna take more than fog lamps to break the institution
Spread style like crack rocks,
Legally grab dollars on 10 & 20 spots
Creative hustle to thrown down my thoughts
And underground throwin out only golden rocks
That I grow on broccoli in a by 2 x 2 box.
Fools lied when they said money didn't grow on trees
If that's case, why I got the dollars right in front of me
Cant fuck with the raw cause its right outta the CIA's box
Excuse for the dollars it takes to play world cops.
But the lesson is that it's going to take wisdom
To rise above the devil
I spit this shit hoping someone will reach me on that level
Battlin's cool but the bass needs treble.
Felt like postin some non-battlin' shit but I want the cats I battle with to be the same ones that I build with..............................(add-on)
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