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Lyrically I space out, then return gradually
But my skills, still continue to defy gravity
Some mad at me, Because I continue to walk upon the edge
But haters should do like parapaligics, roll on instead
Headaches, Colds, Nose dripping blood red
The symptoms of being so sick when writing, from the head
The content that the lead magically brings to life
Flows like blood from a cut of a ritualistic knife
That weaves a spell whose effects are deemed not nice
Like knowing in advance and bring a bazooka to a knife fight
But you can skill die from the knife strike
Because I'm sharp of the mind, so thats what I write like
I got the drive so I'm most of these rappers fears
But I never been sweet, I don't even switch gears
I'm a rap god, but not exactly what your hope is
Work magic on tracks with focus, not hocus pocus


Sorry I'm Not Sorry, That I'm better than you
Don't care what you and your dr's* view
Sorry I'm Not Sorry, Don't care 'bout you hates
Fakers, I'm only running with bread makers
Sorry I'm Not Sorry, Know I'm running T-Town
No time to play, So I ain't down with you clowns
Sorry I'm Not Sorry, Nothing about me sweet
So I don't mean candy, 'You are what you eat'

But its not for lust, the flight of the white dove
Hope, and freedom something no one has quite enough of
Flows enclose, on this singular frame
Shielding the earth's son from its hail and its rain
Twisted in the brain, but really aren't we all?
Proven something as unreal as pride can make us fall
Mean the light can weigh heavy, whats heavy can be light
To another, still we kills brothers out of spite
Of their strength that lies out of sight, out or inner
Can't take it from them, but take their life and be the winner
Not the case, but the weak of mind can be swayed
Slave to their own mind, any time or given place

Sorry I'm Not Sorry, That I'm better than you
Don't care what you and your dr's* view
Sorry I'm Not Sorry, Don't care 'bout you hates
Fakers, I'm only running with bread makers
Sorry I'm Not Sorry, Know I'm running T-Town
No time to play, So I ain't down with you clowns
Sorry I'm Not Sorry, Nothing about me sweet
So I don't mean candy, 'You are what you eat'

*d**k Riders

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