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You Better Chill Coz I Got Skill To Kill

See, this is my skill, no fake so fuckin' real Just smokin and chill, making some real shit With or without beat, Make you wonder how I did Sounds too ill rhyme too legit And I'm not gonna play the OG Not Pac or Wu-Tang wannabe Not the copycat of 8Mile Original, I came with my on style

Don't Trust The Government

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Don’t Forget The The Roots

Big shout out to my motherland    Westside eastside Flores Island  Rakat, you know where it is? yeah your home sweet home The killer animal komodo, the place where ya from Party and Flores people just like sun and shadow Not a kinda hill mansion but more like a brazillian ghetto Everywhere I go I see my homeboyz makin' money for a good life  They say "in the hood have no choise, nothin' change, you better leave"  We just like mexican went away and never comin' back So I bring it back the childhood memories on the paper on my desk So you ain't gonna forget the place you learn football  Mama watchin' tv, on it you kick the ball,childhood life goal Way before I realise life in the hood nothin' good Not enough water, electricity, even the mothafuckin' food Way before i see the big picture that people hate Us An asshole racist face dissin' me on a bus For my homeboyz whereever you are Bangin' on the street or security on the bar Bodyguard, money...