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not even 23, yet I'm flyin higher than James
Still spitin flames but who's to blame
Im livin a life full of s**t thats all the same
And sayin that any day is a good day to die
Im scared cuz I see it commin through my eye
But then I dont sweat it cuz I know Im gunna fly
Goin to heavin and with joy I will cry
Besides my life is retarded Im tierd of livin here
In thinkin of gettin a tattoo tear
The water in my eyes ran dry last year
My grand mamma died, I met here once after that she just disappeared
Diein isnt somthin I really wanna do
Somtimes I feel I'd be better of how bout you?
So I do what I gotta do and say what I gotta say
Regardles if I die tomorrow cuz Im livin for today

And spit lyrically on the micro phone..., spirtually on the big screen
like Spike Lee...in the right alone
Its funny how its the same ol s**t, so you pushin a hundred keys and ova seas, The same lamo s**t
Forgot to mention im king of this, from holdin stacks...my fingers swole,
you couldnt fit a ring on this.
And do it many ways like double dutch, no troubled much,...Candy green Impala, with the smooth a** butter guts
Dont studder much, the slug will touch...anyone that wants it, and ill take it from you if your tauntin me, or try to flaunt it
And if you got a glock you betta be shootin me, i preach to ya dudes
and make your whole crew turn to mutany
Im done B, im done with the game, i leave you wit a shocked look
Yung Cubanos juss stealin the game

"The rap game like the sun to you, a substance that you do not grab"

I like to laugh( rofl ) I like to have my car,.
I like to blast but in the past i just worked so hard,
not sellin grass
But ever day its like im settin settin the par, dont wanna fight
Dont give you the rite to critisze my bars, am i right?
My flow is stricly off the top of the dome, Im just tellin you
Not hatin off yay sellers at all,...are a felin too?
This is a cypher not a fight throwin hands, im regulatin like Dinsel in "The Inside Man"
Yea you debatin, " Yung Cubano is a hypacrite", I have job thats the difference, the s**t you dont get
But its coo, ima remain to come and hold my own,
Im a man, and like nuts man ima hold my own
Crown cant be touch but in a minute.... ill dethrown my own
"Im not bad teacher please dont go phone my home"

( this is fun lol )

... neutral he didnt break where he rhymed.

Stellar flow? My category. I'm so far off
That niggas call me Pluto.. touch me you're bound to cough
Cuz my temp is so icy not from the pricey
Rings and things they sing about, bring em out
Without a doubt I got so many styles I'm similar
To Martha's Vineyard. The Garden of Eden. Enter her
and step into my valley locked away from everyday
Thoughts and feelings. No greenhouse
I forgot the ceiling. Sky is just the standard
This is the solution to the question, "Why am I the answer?"

If my skills were boots, you still couldn't knock 'em
MC's are like stinky feet, I'm continually sockin' 'em
Rockin' 'em like a *Green* day, I bring the *eggs and ham*
Never *beef biproduct*, 'cause all these kids bring is *spam*

Damn man, I bring amphibious assault
Like I was a NAVY SEAL, I'm flawless to a-fault
The result is a domination of land and sea
Keepin' it *locked down like a titan*, 'cause I'm *eons deep*

Remember me, when set free, you couldn't arrest me
You detest me, but can't best me, like high scores on S-A-Ts
I'm punchin' like Mike Tyson - the kiddie gloves are off
Bare knuckles spare nothin' splittin' brains, all soft.

you gunna keep waiting they want a man whose paid//

Slowly watchin as your life begins to fade
s**t was all in color now its a different shade
Persooin money and fame but grey is all you made
It don't matter if you poor or gettin paid
Cuz you hustle and make riches
Own clubs and ******** bitches
But if all you do is dirt soon your gunna need to wash ya dishes
In the end it was pointless as your life fades away
Into black, white and some shades of grey
In the coffin you lay, six feet under today
People cryin over your death but all you cared for was the pay
I aint the best rapper I know that ok
but I dont do this for money, I could give a ******** what yall say
If I got a deal I wouldn't care if my s**t was what the radio wouldnt play
I need yall to see that this is for me
The grim reaper creepin up cuz his bell toles for me
Like a door bell the s**t is like ding dong
I'm tryin to get to heavin after ******** up for so long
Like many niggas actin like they superman but know they aint strong
Hidein behind a gat or a bat swingin s**t like King Kong
But Imma use my fists cuz to me killin niggas is wrong
Regardless of what the ******** I say in a song
But if I gotta go out shootin thats how its gotta be
Blast in on bitches to protect my family
Twenty years could pass and niggas still remember me