It’s Just Me
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I got this mother fucker locked man, killin’ it straight/
I’m splittin’ the breaks, just know, I’m iller than gates/
I pillage this make a fake cat bleed under pressure/
Nothin’ lesser, the sorta sound came ta test ya/
My shit’ll invest to flip a rhyme on it’s back/
Yo I let the team slack, Now I gotta get it back on track/
I spit a throwaway, now and then/
Fuckin’ with the pen, but these kids always keep listenin’/
Never stop glistenin’ even when I’m down/
Tracks about nothing, but I’m still gettin’ pounds/
I ain’t lovin’ all the lights, with the photo-flash action/
Indie-rock fashion, no attraction/
No rappin’ if it can’t go unedited/
Made a lot of beats but most go uncredited/
Nobodies headed in the road that I travel/
Stickin’ to my gut, never fall out the saddle/
Never battle, I keep my head to myself/
I never carried no weapon to protect my health/
I never spoke about a girl foul when I was vexed/
Never shit up on a friend, flip ta the next/
I mostly keep it in check, my heart on my sleeve/
An those who know me best know that I never decieve/
I ain’t playin’ it fake, well, maybe a few times/
But only in ma rhymes ’bout doin’ some dumb crimes/
And only then ’cause I grew jammin’ to Nas/
Mos Def, Big L, Mobb Deep and diggity-Das/
An on occasion just to big me up in a set/
Skinny white dude who could kick with minimal stress/
A cynical step, a clinical mess, up the dosage/
Never fade fast, so forget ya prognosis/
Aim, focus, it’s all what you see/
These words they flow fluid just tryin’a be free/
It’s just me…/
