You see, what you mistake for madness is just over acuteness of the senses. Now what came to my ears, a low dull sound such as a watch makes when wrapped in cotton. I knew that sound too, it was the beating of the old man's heart.



Man I'm tellin you, some mother fuckers just have no kind of heart man. Serious man mother fuckers man, these mother fuckers have no self respect and shit man, wanna pay no dues but wanna drop like a fuckin LP tomorrow. And then to top it off these mother fuckers, they have no heart into their music you know what I mean? Like fuck, sound like they're girls and shit.



If you respect yourself 

Do you?

Now it started off rather basic, just some small scale avenel... ? confined to the basement

Never knew I'd grow into this full time user

Never figured that I was a winner or a loser

Only did the due to have fun and only got with the crew because it seemed natural to have one

Captured the life in the form of a gripper around the mic

Hold it right, like a love, hold it tight the plight... ?

Fortifies my existence, reinforces my position in this course that I'm stickin to my path

Now I can see it all laid out in my past, while trying to catch what's it's about and my last breath pulled the toxins in, and I bet debts about to box me in, but before this bitch comes to get some, I'm a do my job on this m.I.c. and feed you a... ?



You can have all the heart in the world, doesn't mean I'm gonna respect ya, I'm getting older and I'm knowing better 

Let her, piss rapper step ta, this cap to get up off your head kid, I'll bitch smack you, have this?



Now, I'm about to put Slug in show business, and if everything goes right I'm leaving no witness

I hold this inside the chest so big it hardly fits, it trips between the truth and the party shits

Quick, to laze a track with substance all the young guns that's really listening at the functions

See, you can love it or leave it, fuck it or keep it, either way I'll be here drudging through the deep shit

I've done well over one-hundred cuffs and gotten the feed back of love from some of the ones I've touched and thus, I'm not quitin, never stop rippin, you gatta be kiddin, shit we was on a mission, is it possible, the mics got my soul?

I'll make em all say hoe and rhymesayers rock show, let em know that it's more than a career goal, cut that zero and let hero ring your ear hole, yo.



You can have all the heart in the world, doesn't mean I'm gonna respect ya, I'm getting older and I'm knowing better 

Let her, piss rapper step ta, this cap to get up off your head kid, I'll bitch smack you, have you mc's?



Please, excuse the q's and p's but I grew up on the b.d.p.e.p.m.d. run dmc's

I don't believe you should hold the mic, and I rolled up with a bus full of friends that think alike, I'm havin a hard time trying to keep it simple, just for the fuckers that don't seem to read between the ripples

It's all nipples and clits in this rap shit, catch you lickin if you lay back passive bastard, it's like that ya'll, it's like that ya'll

Art imitates life and most of it is whack ya'll, you gotta learn how to read the info the individual provides, they probably won't dig me till I've died.



Die 

Dead

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