(written to Rakim's "Guess Who's Back" instrumental... d'uh)
I got nothin to prove. At this point, I'm fuckin w/ u. I wake up and groove, but what's it to you? Just to soothe scars I never caused? Or to move far climates with bars? Where they gon go from here? Here's a chauvinist souvenir. I am who appears as the holiest, still I ruin peers. To be clear. Studios can hear me coming. I'm really frontin'. Clearly someone and something. Underneath Lucifer. The dope connect to God. No one let me stop. I inspire and retire many. Call me sire or dire. Still straight. I steal bases. Kenny Lofton. Loaded or not. Accept it. The reflection that lasts forever. Trap Rap in a vegetable patch. What will you get back? No breath and a setback. Dead that. Nothing fresh. Fuckin upset. We gotta learn better to do better. Who's up next? I taught and learned. Burned all sorts of herb. Spoken word tortures me. She gotta love it. I got enough of it. I spit what I have left. Kicking the ass of any nigga who has death as a wish for The Kid. Passed blessed. My mission is bliss. Have sex and remember The Kid. Whatever kid I pass next finishes it. That's a blessing, destiny, and the past being finished with the gatekeeping hate these bastards pester The Kid with. Have a sip of something crisp and pack feathers into a Zig. If not, you think you rap better than him. And that's where the fellowship ends. Never again. Push the keys like, "Look at me!". Still tapped in. Ill rappin'. Scratchin'? I still practice. Still I'm ill at it. Feel that shit. Flip a track and kill that shit. I can feel the axis. Still, I stand firm. Pills in my hand, bumping DJ Green Lantern. No answer from dancers. My Best Man is the answer to Cancer. Not Samantha or Jivanta. Just a bond that you can't touch. Stand the fuck up. I got advanced. I got problems. I'm a man bothered by the stance of a lot of Man. It doesn't take a dollar. It takes a voice to make a holla. $9 won't get you a dime. So sniff you a line and get you in line. Shit. I'm telling niggas how to stick to a vibe. Be who you are high when you're drunk. And do it once a month. That'll be your own private front. When you achieve something, do it twice in a month. That teaches humility, since you're likely to front with life on a blunt. Euphoria was never mine. So nevermind. I'll save it for a better time.
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