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Off My Chest Pt. 1

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My rhymes iz terminal in every sense of da word

i gotta hit da pad, since all we got is da curb

im haukin up mucus and spitin it at these losers

when u destroy, destroy completely, da laws of rulers

i got bars 4 days like a gym

these is my foot soakin flos, u don't wanna see me swim

feelin hopeless cuz nobody recognizes me

feelin like I got evil hatchin up inside of me

iz da best rapper since Pac somethin Ima have 2 die to be

if so, oh well, who wanna ride wit me

im so sick of livin in this prision

no cell bars 2 see my vision

jus rapper intution

but in da dark i still hit da mark wit precision

dont stress, even tho I probably curse before I bless

jus az real as my dad iz in eternal rest

Im ressurectin da real, and burnin da rest

an i kno my message is contreversial

but Im BA, even tho it hurts 2

not be admitted 2 da O.R even tho Im so surgical

but not too many niggas operating these days are

aint lookin 4 perfect days, just somethin betta than these days are

momma kno an I kno that she raised a star

i thank GOD homie, i don't praise no stars

cuz wit a hot album, guess da outcome

I'll be where they are

that aint 2 say

that I dont wanna spit wit niggas like Jay

but reguardless how happy i seem, i can't jus up an forget da past like K

but da saddest part about it

iz suicide, i thought about it

but Im more concerned wit my kids and how they gon walk up out it

scarred 4 life, they can't pay that price

**** I couldn't deal wit it if my dad died twice

an if mama ever pass away

i pray 4 whoever pass my way

an that they watch what they say or da AK will spray

im am mentally sick, but u should kno dis ****

it shows itself in every ryhme, no matta how I flow da ****

an my life in general I can't cope wit

who knows if Id be alive if GOD didn't bless me wit dopest ****

i write every one of these ryhmes like my last testament

that's why I talk about so much 2 da best that i can spit

my gravestone seems too invitin

we need more than jus that west 2 be re-unitin

we need 2 be a united people, 2 face what we fightin

tha devil in flesh

R we even fightin the devil yes

but even I got sins, i must confess

an yes, Im a repeated offender

hell raiser born in december

how god gon' destine the hottest 2 be born in winter

I started out so innocent and lively

now I don't kno what's worse

tha demons inside of me, or what I might DIE tryin 2 be

im a painful poet, not really a rapper persay

i just kno how 2 rip a beat wit wordplay

so in dis closin arguement, I'd like 2 state

what can come from a baby feed hate

and at what rate, does he begin 2 make mistakes

an iz it death he'll face, before he completes his first tape

does god's favorite goe thru hell before the well

or am I a dellusional bastard, BORN 2 FAIL

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  • 4 weeks later...

Damn man that some strong sh!t, keep it up let the emotions fall off man

it really is the best way, to be honest when reading it seems that u mentioned

your fathers death twice, which is cool but when we listen we gonna be like

"Well we just heard that" u know, but its your song and its dope...

Keep it up homie!


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