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Black top heat, burning through your sneaks,
Strong people don't snitch musta heard it from the weak,
that's a speech to fill in the spaces you can't reach,
where you dwell and you hate yourself, your own hell,
an ego is a spell that you cast on yourself,
I seen a man amass much to spend the last of his wealth,
on varieties of shit that don't feed the soul,
causing ulcers in your stomach that bleed through deep holes,
I got bold and never got told to stop getting bolder,
like a rock got ashford and simpson upon my shoulders,
25 years getting older than my peers,
but it's better late than never to get your shit together,
sending dear john letters while I'm snatching your chick,
getting snatch in the whip, on satin seats that we sit,
a latin queen with a habit for balancing on a dick,
dabbling with average every day components for hits,
we just assassins chasing marks through the cities and parks,
but your too late, we got your team shot through the heart,
robotic with smarts processing every bit and calculating,
salivating at the instant that your parts start breaking,
so what I'm saying, what I'm saying is this,
What'll you do when it's you over which they reminisce,
it's a perilous job with no benefits,
but sometimes you gotta take it to your nemesis,
neutralizing with extreme prejudice, for emphasis,
I'm storming through your edifice, fitna put an end to this,
on the precipice of greatness but this is the genesis,
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