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8-3-08 Yawl think I'm rhymin for the reputation?... this is forced education...
Sunday school for you fools... without the dedication...
If there's any blasphemy... come quick and get the G...
I'll be in Full Armor.... till my foe's a memory...
My tirade's nonstop... for the devout and righteous...
Rebel yell for my lifers... I dominate cyphers  ...
I'm in the mix like ingredients... Caliban to the deviants...
I'm a real man... I played your thug style out years ago...
In construction books... I built this flow... to get "your" dough...
Pheromones got beta males tails between their legs all curly...
Curs!... I knew for years yawl pups was way too girly...
I'm laughin out loud right now... with a slight reverb...
You can ask all of BK... If my respect's deserved...
I been a beast since Albany between H & I...
Chumps try to check my heart... I never lived no lie...
I rebuilt my transmission now... to feed off hate...
Yawl can settle for the scraps... I'm bout to break ya plate...
You'll never niggafy me... JA... is still inside Dee...
Nia...bingi... Rastafari is still free...
I'm still King of beasts... *Stands facing the sun*...
*Stands facing the wind* when the conflict is done...
I came down from Top Hill... with murder flows to spill...
Quarter mil to Halfway tree... That's how I chill...
Meadowbrook Estatesman... The Constant Springer...
Rock a cutlass... when I went to the field to get my dinner...
And yawl really think you got more heart than me?...
You're an actor... I'm a factor... that you cant out-G...
Man I got a couple dudes wit life behind they terms...
I put in the work of 10 men... I'm dirtier than germs...
And I'm all work... so chumps stay out my cypher...
We need Souljah's not warriors... cousin you just hyper...
I'm wifi in Clark Park on my sparky sparky...
This is owed to Slick Rick... and the Don Biz Markie...
This is cause the mean streets never let me go hungry...
Cause my squad stay sharp.... even with hearts thats grungy...
Cause I cried too much.... and decided it was time to fight!...
Cause the pyramids are still here... and Fam they shine so bright...
You see genetically... I been keepin it true since Timbuktu...
The griot stay hot.... to give the lost a clue...
I been ridin on the Ironside... since Chrome died...
He said "you gotta get it out dawg... you cant be denied"...
The dead still walk wit me... So this Souljah's never shifty...
And I'll never be 50... but none a yawl can get wit me...
I'm willpower with a superscript 2... spittin for you...
Usin my brain at all times... That's what they pay me to do...
Yawl can stay dumb if you like... I'm stayin on my grind...
I always manifest the future... when I write these rhymes.
Big up to all my new Souljahs & Divas... Holla atchya manz and lets build.
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