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Spit it Out

A product of the at-mos-phere, remarkable.
Slam dunkin� Down Round fools like its basketball,
Its Deep in the game now, I need To find A Sharper Tool,
Grinding to the top seen so many try to rise and fall

Resonating, tryna shake the system ties,
The louder that I raise my voice the more im feeling Victimised,
The truth is out there, It made me see with sickened Eyes,
The Trick is conquer and divide the system feeds of Victims Cries,

I use my voice, Been rhyming Since The secondry,
Been Focussing my Expertise on rhyming wilder Sentencies,
And Im still crawlin like a centipede,
F**k the Glitz and Glamma im Just Whippz The Rhyming Entity,

Talking roots? my lifes has lasted centuries
The Truth in the Ancestry, �
The lady the Named Grandmother eve,
It aint simple I layer cake with set degrees,
And some will know it straight away and others wont will eventually,

Could say its peak, Im alternate controlled delete,
Refine the finest Elements of sounds to make it ecstasy,
Thoughts growing like a nectar tree
Tryna Grow the best o weeds while planting down infected seeds.

Traversing the land,
Grown From a cell to the streets where I stand,
Time is of the essence while the sand spills down,
Delivering a message Cause I gotta spit it out,
I gotta spit it out Out and about,
Life on an axis its round and around,
Switching like a see saw its up and its down,
East to the north to the west to the south
I gotta spit it out, Im Out and about,
Life in a Madness im out on the prowl
Harsh like a cactus to bite in ya mouth
From the north to the east to the west to the south

I just Gotta Spit it out