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@Dandy
My mother said you sucked my pussy when you came out don't ever talk back
I handed you life and I can snatch it back
You just a latchkey kid with a snotty nose
High school drop out space all around me white out
And I ain't delaing with no minimum wage
I'd rather construct rhymes on a minumum page
Cynical ways, cats sin for nickels these days
Pulling the chrome out
And you actin like pullin the chrome out
Hated the sound of grandma's crying the crooked letter
You could hear it from the ground when the sky thunders
Made you wonder about early
Sunday morning
Relatives dressed in black and they all mourning
Flows be bangin in the paint
Throwin elbows
My first fight was me against five boroughs
I lost my first wish
But remembered every detail of my first kiss
That's that bronx tale bliss
The holiest of holies
Hip hop, it was '88
Even at the age of 10, phrases levitate
Drinkin Little Hung quarter waters
Dodging stray slugs on the corner in that exact order
While you playing, death is what happens
I found a passion in aerosol cans and hands clapping
Backspins, microphones and cats rappin
Linoleum and up rockers, the show stoppers
Who rip lee patches off of imposters
You ain't the real macoy, you a wind up toy
And it's gonna cost ya
That's my B-Boy Alpha