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This was so much easier before my boys perched me on a throne.
Tuesday night, me and Nate traded verses on the phone.
SCP beats filled the inbox.
Battled cats after P.E. All my sixteens kept the gym hot.
Shit changed now that I'm livin' near Rimrock.
No more ciphers that got me kickin' until I rip socks.
Went from bein' my school's dopest rapper, the total package,
to a foam peanut in this big box.
Not pretty enough for a new sponsorship
and won't graduate 'til after I lose my scholarship.
Feelin' like I gotta split
quick as cracks in pots, prongs on forks, or corks on wine bottle lips.
They say I'm Van Wilder...Ferris Beuller,
but I'm ditchin' AND failin' class. Hallelujah.
Caught in the crosswalk, dodgin' scooters,
thinkin' on all the folks I gotta folow through for:
both my parents, plus Gabe and Aaron, Ricky, Lavell,
Shaun, Sev, Mo, Drop Beats, and Ruelz.
The reason I write until I'm splittin' my nails
cuz I promised 'em all somethin' different.
For Ray, Vic, and Philly, cuz they love to listen
to a young'n given a public system JUST to see how he'll be fuckin' with it.
TK for they faith, Speedy, Sho, and Murrow for loyalty,
and my girlfriend cuz she spoils me.
How can I think on
turnin' my talent off quick as an inappropriate ringtone
when labels be havin' all of these rappers gettin' they Prince on.
Instead of bein' they slave, I'm breakin' chains with every pen I get my prints on.
This is reconstruction...renovation.
Crazy how down-to-Earth I can be when I'm levatatin'.
Put down the magazine, receptionist called my name.
"The door's on your left, Def. Success is waitin'."
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Selves,
released June 21, 2011
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