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May 08, 2008 17:09

im tryna cultive my mind
one rhyme at a time
like a sign i picket
get it, i know its my time
and im steady for the figures
like the march of the dimes
only im penny pinchin
im grinchin, im green to my pigment
hoardin my riches like a sickness
that i breathe in hospitals
yah spittle, sputter
and rap about nothin
i was hot for i was born
like a bun in the oven
so what i came out warm
bitches i'm started to sunder
immolation on the haters for fakin
cuz i ain't takin
anymore more bullshit
critics can say it not make it
mention the modern day mayhem
of a train ride to hell
cuz i have trained to make tracks
i should be embarassed to sell

only a soul is worth keepin in the face of cash onslaughts
so its a shame every rapper is craftin to be bought
what started as beat box, and master of ceremonies
turned from one hit to another to a one trick pony
and like a hollywood audition i can tell that you fony
and in case hollywood is listenin my schedule is open.
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