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Let me educate you on my retrospect of life
Nah I aint no gangsta, but I carry a knife
And if I fear for my life, I'ma carry a nine
With a right to bear arms and burry a guy
On any various day, place or time
If you with me then blaze your gunz to the sky
A whiteboy rappin's like bein at Best Buy
There's all fuckin' kinds of stereo type's
If you freezin' up your wrist everytime that you write
I'm breakin the ice, Frost, takin' your life
The type to snatch your soul on the road to gold
Crush your whole skull like the Incredible Hulk
Bullets don't have a chance to open up a hole
As I Max Payne my way out the path like a pro
So cold, there's no hope, these bar's is no holds
I get as high as satallites patrollin' the globe
Invade loose leaf pages with engravements
Of words escapin' and revealin' aggravation
Or realeasin' words of either peace or hatred
Like joy to the world or diseases in the nation
I cave heads in, so any pig's takin' statements
Better be ready to die, like an AIDS patient
My style'll have you shakin', curled up on the pavement
Needing C.P.R. 'cause it's so breathe-takin'
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