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[M-Child]

Yo, I`m gonna slow it down to you non-rapping-ass niggas who always got
something to say about a motherfucker trying to come up.
Always putting in they motherfucking two cents and shit.
Man, shut the fuck up, aiight? Damn..

[M-Child] [Chorus x2]

My shit be deep, so deep that you feel, what I feel,
My pen is my skill, the words I speak; that shit be real.
I`m blessed with the things I possess, but niggas test,
I`m on a quest, so I let my lyrics speak for itself.

[M-Child]

What makes a nigga wanna dis me, fuck `em, burn in hell,
`cause dissing me and my niggas ain`t gonna make your tape sell.
Local-lyric bringer; On my level, you`ll never be,
Soft as a baby`s ass, you talking `bout hurting me.
I`ve been through it all, from piss to play to have a nice day,
Won`t hesitate to run you over, splat you out like some clay.
There`s always gotta be something, a mad rapper on my dick,
I ain`t gon` let that shit sweat me because I`m trying to get rich.
Other things I must do, making my niggas raise the roof,
Keep with you; mind, body, and soul, be bullet-proof.
Keep a pen and some notebook paper, to make my paper,
Make my family proud, so hater, I`ll catch you later.
I got my shit tight, you don`t believe me, come and see,
You can learn a lot from a dummy that`s from O.M.P.
My poetry be so hard, you can`t take it from me,
My poetry be so real, you can`t bring it like me.

[Chorus x2]

[M-Child]

My organization ain`t got no fucking time to fuck off,
Like Y2K, if you play, we gon` cut your lights off.
Now wave goodbye, no freedom; chain `em up and sit still,
I have your fucking mind-blown, like an ecstasy pill.
Affiliated with hate, slummed off drinking Nyquil.
Ain`t no niggas spookin` me, check yourself if you`re real,
Bottom-line, I got in this game to sit back and chill.
Time to make it subway, I wanna count some big bills.
I wanna live a good life, forever happy; doing right,
But there`s always a nigga that`s gon` confront you with a fight.
I ain`t fucked up about it, I just never understood,
What be a nigga problem, how come it be all good?
The level-minded, just give me my ice cream and my cake,
I`ll celebrate for every precious moment that I didn`t waste.
Killing with faith; got me rushing motherfuckers off-guard,
Hand on my own, regardless of the shit that you start.

[Chorus]

[M-Child]

Yo, I`m gonna slow it down to you non-rapping-ass niggas who always got
something to say about a motherfucker trying to come up.
Always putting in they motherfucking two cents and shit.
Man, shut the fuck up, aiight? Damn..

[M-Child] [Chorus x2]

My shit be deep, so deep that you feel, what I feel,
My pen is my skill, the words I speak; that shit be real.
I`m blessed with the things I possess, but niggas test,
I`m on a quest, so I let my lyrics speak for itself.

[M-Child]

What makes a nigga wanna dis me, fuck `em, burn in hell,
`cause dissing me and my niggas ain`t gonna make your tape sell.
Local-lyric bringer; On my level, you`ll never be,
Soft as a baby`s ass, you talking `bout hurting me.
I`ve been through it all, from piss to play to have a nice day,
Won`t hesitate to run you over, splat you out like some clay.
There`s always gotta be something, a mad rapper on my dick,
I ain`t gon` let that shit sweat me because I`m trying to get rich.
Other things I must do, making my niggas raise the roof,
Keep with you; mind, body, and soul, be bullet-proof.
Keep a pen and some notebook paper, to make my paper,
Make my family proud, so hater, I`ll catch you later.
I got my shit tight, you don`t believe me, come and see,
You can learn a lot from a dummy that`s from O.M.P.
My poetry be so hard, you can`t take it from me,
My poetry be so real, you can`t bring it like me.

[Chorus x2]

[M-Child]

My organization ain`t got no fucking time to fuck off,
Like Y2K, if you play, we gon` cut your lights off.
Now wave goodbye, no freedom; chain `em up and sit still,
I have your fucking mind-blown, like an ecstasy pill.
Affiliated with hate, slummed off drinking Nyquil.
Ain`t no niggas spookin` me, check yourself if you`re real,
Bottom-line, I got in this game to sit back and chill.
Time to make it subway, I wanna count some big bills.
I wanna live a good life, forever happy; doing right,
But there`s always a nigga that`s gon` confront you with a fight.
I ain`t fucked up about it, I just never understood,
What be a nigga problem, how come it be all good?
The level-minded, just give me my ice cream and my cake,
I`ll celebrate for every precious moment that I didn`t waste.
Killing with faith; got me rushing motherfuckers off-guard,
Hand on my own, regardless of the shit that you start.

[Chorus]

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