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The fake gangster shit is mad clichè
pretending you're a superstar that gets mad play
think with your mind and not with the trend
eat knowledge to the rind and you'll transcend
the trivial shit, tryin to fake a hit
with the same old crap
bustin whats been busted its the same old rap,
"bustin a cap"--the words have no meaning,
overused and abused, to hear it is demeaning.
You gotta speak original and be real too,
You'll notice that people will feel you,
cuz people aren't stupid they can smell a fake,
you gotta create and not just take,
from the stack of spare rhymes,
about hos and slangin dimes,
about bros and big-time crimes,
There's more to be said,
I know there's more in your head,
Together we can stop the spread,
bust original shit instead,
death to the rhymes that are as common as bread,
I'll be rappin unique till the day that I'm dead.
--ex--spittin infinity with weed, knowledge, and drive as my trinity.
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To accept your insignificance is to recognize your power to do anything. True freedom comes only through pain.
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