(Talking) Blaow, there we go… why do these dunces think they can talk about steppin’ it up? It’s like – who are you talking to, I know you’re not talking to me… talk to youself, bitch

And we touch upon it, they ain’t got nothin’ on us, these rugged wanna be’s wanna be rugged, but we drop ‘em/ that we I speak of, that’s the Sandpeep’s club, get your ass beat ‘till your cap leaks blood/ then dry your fitted out and get your dome repaired, the way you whine and sit around’ll get you nowhere/ like ridin’ a bike with no hands over speed bump, fiends crumb snatchin’ for that fancy stuff/ yeah, it’s big Sape, my ideas are misshaped but put this name in ya’ mouth and you found distaste/ share it with your friends and watch as each kids face contorts into a thizz face of sorts/ and of course this shit bangs, it’ll make you fixate on what you lack they way the production slaps like Rick James/ leavin’ the useless and bitch made producers in dismay, I’m just sayin’ change it up

When nothin’ changes, you wanna’ change it, but you don’t know how (X3)
You wanna’ change it, but you don’t know how so it won’t go down… what

Writin’ to relieve the stress, well peep the book I wrote, it took a load off like I took a dose/ of oxycodone (codone) just for the sugar coat, I’m ‘bout to go on (go one) maybe I shouldn’t though (hmm)/ these greedy crooks promote tryina’ book a show, feeding me lines like they were cookin’ coke/ that’s a big fuckin’ no no, I need my brain cells, cuz they help me run this dojo, so/ I don’t fit the part cuz I don’t overact diggin’ through crates like a gopher, fact is I go for mine’s/ learnin’ you don’t need a label to promote your act and all A & R’s are sociopaths/ so I grab the mic and spit, not to pacify the passerby cuz that’s the life I live/ the weak minded have to bite, actin’ like they havin’ bright ideas right after mine, naw that’s actin’ like a bitch

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