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I'm the best MC in the 540
Meticulous metaphors make you say nothing but oh
All you do is throw words together
Flow like water, on the money like Mayweather
Hotter than the nether
Imma put you on blast the only way I know how
The only thing you f*cking pull is the plow
You're about to get waxed like an eyebrow
My ego is taller than Yao
That's why you can never break me like a vow
Petition is as easy as addition
So lets see who's the real musician
I have so much ammunition, it's no competition
I don't trust you like a politician
Boring like an intermission
You go at people weaker than you for the fruition
Killing with kindness takes no stress
Nevertheless, you're childish, PBS
Im sorry, I digress
Ill show you why I'm the best
I love this shit, I think I'm obsessed
The way I finesse these words, I'm sure to impress
I believe in myself so all I see is success
I read the dictionary every night
I study words until I get the definition right
I write without fright cause I'm magic like Dwight
With your girl, under moonlight
Hitting her right while she recites my name
But its all the same
I show no shame, I get lit like a flame
The way I rhyme, Logic should be my surname
Inspiration has no schedule
But when used correctly, can be very influential
Music shouldn't be a way to get attention
But a way to get a honorable mention
Or for ascension to a different dimension
It shouldn't cause tension but prevent detention
So stay locked up like wild life in a zoo
Say what you think is best, what comes to you
Ive been planning this shit for years now
And no one can stand in the way of what I'm about to do
Augusta county is beautiful, but has so many dark places
Successful people, but always see is weary faces
Try not to pay attention too much, riding in my beamer
Just trying to pick up some smoke to blow like a steamer
You're walking to work, you cant afford that
Such a luxury, it should be government taxed
You have better things to spend your money on
Like the pill you bought from a stranger on the street
The way you end up isn't a bloody arm
First, you become weak
Then you start slurring your speech
Sweat from your pores, is starting to seep
Now you're down on your knees
Praying for some sort of relief
Praying you can somehow come out of this alive
Jesus is taking the wheel, put it in drive
Since about 25, you've been living in park
Drugs got you moving all the time like a shark
Got you visiting the sketchy people like a narc
But you ain't no narc, completely opposite
You're a story on the news, so now the cops will sit
Right near you used to live, he's become dominate
In his mind, he knows who the prophet is
Hell, just last week he broke a little boys esophagus
Cause he didn't stop on his bike, what a consequence
You felt on top of the world, should get a monument
Now your choices have trickled down your own town
Made people choose, Confident or Communist