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Lucid


Life is a dream and you know that it's lucid,

I didn't pick myself I let God do the choosin,

said I was good and now that it's proven,

I'll have the game tied up and there won't be no loose ends,

sit back and watch myself on the news clips,

my flow is amazing while yall need a few tips,

noticing when I step in they don't mess with the new kid,

until I spit that lyrcism crazy like wordplay so fluent,

I do this for my fans and the kids i've influenced,

In this rap shit I'm just like a blueprint,

every other rapper tries stealing my music,

killin the track but don't call me abusive,

put me in the booth and I'll make hits just like Ruth did.

 

 

 

 

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