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[Verse 1]
I got the crowd on they feet screamin' "Encore!"
Freedom to make it, schemin' - want more?
Hardcore lyricist, you can call it conscious
Because I don't rap about bricks, whips and all that nonsense.
It's a contest to see who hits the hardest.
Get your guard up; you gon' sink - get balled up
And forget everything you think you thought of.
Bring it to the front, I'm on the brink of knowledge.
Learnin' new lessons every step I take
Unless I take the next, then it's left to fate.
Lyrical heavyweight - let's debate;
You trust what you sayin'? I'ma test your faith.
Blessed with eight bars to take charge and make all
Cats kneel down when I commence to make noise;
I make y'all cats double over in fear.
Have no fear, the real-life soldier is here.
[Verse 2]
I spit rhymes galore, time for war,
Primal law; my dogs rise, it's on.
Who wanna mess with the lyrical best?
My slang'll bring the pain like a spear through the chest.
I'm here in the flesh; mirror the text; nearer than next
Tuesday. Ooh, they just blew through the roof. Hey!
Who wanna stop this hot kid? Got it locked; if
You was a toilet bowl, you couldn't catch it when I drop it
Aw, it's time to step on
The toes of adversaries in line for the restroom.
It's about time for me to find my best move.
I could drop in March, there still gon' be a line by next June.
My schedule never permits severin' clicks
Before noon; I got several chicks in my bedroom...
But I ain't got time for that idle chat
So I dip with a peace sign and
a
"I'll be back!"
But in reality, I rarely barely show up
I'm too busy with a pen writin' rhymes in my notebook.
There's cats that work harder than me? I'm like, "so, what?!"
They can spit all the rhymes that they want but they flows suck.
Yo, son, I told ya' I wrote stuff
Why you stunned like you just heard the Bone Thugs broke up?
You know what?... I'm a soldier.
©
legal alias of J.Did the Kid 2004-2006
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