Calendars left unopened as the time passes
My perplexin' thought stretchin' in a defined casket
Spillin' words as your mind flashes,
While my mind flashes
Memories scoured,
Seems every time the site crashes
Me & a selected few are who ignites the ashes
There's to much dump to be trashed,
Clumped in a flask
Catch me face to face and I'll fuckin' jump thru your mask
Bitches still wantin' to scrap,
Sayin' my ego is big?
How can I be overrated if my haters are the ones pumpin' the gas?
Half of you aint even rappers,
Sustained piles of fakes
Inane denial
Tell me...How many of you actually rhymed before watchin' 8 Mile?
I'm still asked to mold up what's done,
Fold up the grunge
Have weak heads tellin' me what I've told is what's done
See that's too old to become,
I should of stabbed you pussies in the throat while the cat was still holdin' your tongue.
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