Available on iTUNES: itunes.apple.com Lyrics Verse One: Time spent keep pens slashing the canvas splash jewels sterilized in the pamphlet man flip through analyze all the answers the truth shoots like the boy here from Kansas in your ear like a stud pierced in rush scared men terrified from this language while I kept the real standing, rubbing their hands for the album hoping I hold it down single handed following the plan play cards I was handed till my hands burn toss them back like I'm Gambit spit flames till the day that my teeth vanish while I'm sitting on more change than the transit from my first steps as a child throwing tantrums up to speed now while the crowd throwing hands up goal is to bang em anthem for anthem album for album until they can't stand him out stand the man that'll blow like a hand gun with a lot of text that will keep a nigga jamming tracks be the nails and my flow is the hammer banging them out in a form niggas can't touch and what niggas can't fuck with a champion smashing the comp whether soft shit to granite never took rapping for granted now the beats granted, all y'all access is granted snatching the fakes by their earrings and taking their glamor thinking they're slick with the grammar many ball when they really should be cheering light in the post fair to say you be lamping I'm a damage and break bread with my fam and eat food in the game causing a famine while they rape man to expand them virgin MCs went from peep wholes to the grand ...
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