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    If I can’t change the people around me
    I change the people around me
    2x’s

    Don’t know was’up
    Shit iz jus fucked up
    They don’t know what’s next
    Generation Wrekked

    See I’m hangin in like Sam Sever
    To all you Johnny come latelys
    Who didn’t recognize how great
    Clever some of those rhymes be

    Think quick
    Been flowin over domes
    Mad vocab to silly crabs
    Before Metaphors be passin
    Your ass like taxi cabs

    Hit my toll free number
    To hear bombs I dropped
    1 800 7654321
    you don’t stop

    I need my noize like Patrick
    & Barkley need rings
    Like Griffey gets swings
    1st time rhymes played me off like
    Sacramento Kings

    3-6 for the 9-6 1 move my rhymers
    with the times wit no crimes or pantomime
    No great pretender spenders

    20 years got mad peers leavin tears
    in they beers
    from the rear old school getting theirs
    you getting scared

    On&on 3 steps ahead
    Hot topics shock in the house
    Fulla heads
    Getting burned while you
    Learn on a hospital bed
    Madd kids never checkin for what I said

    Jack be quick
    Jack be nimble on the brain
    I’m stay’n simple
    But the sound remains insane

    Mad pain no gain getting getto on the table
    No stories no fables relax I’m cinemax to
    The black
    No cable

    Round & round here I go
    Putting this sound down
    But some a y’all got fears & scared to get
    Down

    If I can’t change the people around me
    I change the people around me
    2x’s
    Some don’t know was’up
    Shit iz jus fucked up
    They don’t know what’s next
    Generation Wreckked

    The one who flew over the
    Cuckoo’s nest & tested
    And wasn’t ever bullet proof vested

    Resurrection of the one man vocal section
    Spirit in your dark ass direction
    For your mind body and soul protection

    Reality checks keep it real
    Bring in real checks
    On & off the road been through
    1100 sondtracks

    Those influenced under the influence
    Getting mad hits from truants
    Dazed & confused hangin wit crews
    Who livin blues
    A million doomed consumers
    Who say they know they black
    Threw they medallions back
    In exchange for 40 dozen six packs
    Born under a terrible sign in 1969 comin
    Blind
    Livin inside hard ass times

    Getting kicks offa wack karate flicks
    He kills but gots no
    Fightin skillz
    It’s getting ill
    So many funerals

    Stylin now its gold plated medallions
    I didn’t know under fros
    We got so many black Italians

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