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Mic check


ayye ayye ayye, mic check one wo one two, Ayye ayye ayye mic check one two one two, Im raps hidden secret if you doubt me im bout t beat ya  dont have to cheat ya outta nothing, ya bustas and fuck boys just bluffing probally running around talking to the cuff um boys,ill really really buck um make some noise, real gats some metal big boy toys, i arose  from up out the underground with lyrics that bringing a whole new wave sound, rapping and writing brought me back to lyfe and excites me, yeah ight, ight, you can call me hyphy i jus might be Ha!, no end in sight though nope not for me, i was raised up nightly, toughly brightly, new era a whole new sagg, nah isnt me to brag, yup yup ill admit it my pants do sagg, cause normally my tool stay tucked up under my flag, no more being sad or mad nah not at all, im just glad they actully let me in the rap game, K-real ya know im the truth mane, go ahead cal m crazy insane n the membrain more like raw dogg uncut off the chain, lyrical homicides im a mastermind behind each and every one of my rhymes,fuck doing any mre time, my kids the only ones getting that, i finally came up out th dope game nah not for fame or a rolex dimond rings, gold chains andthings, nah y know te dramma i bring, (RealTalk Records) and (Oie Entertainment) not only raps dogg we can also sing, check it newest label coming to the head of the table, like they finally let the beast out the stable, fuck comcast cable, Ayye, Ayye,Ayye, mic check one two one two, Ayye, Ayye, Ayye, mic check one two on two, what up mane what it do!! , check it throw me the ic rock with me promise im not the new slim shady im only half white, Ha!, playing plese dont take offence cause ill leave ya bent im heaven sent i meant to be a sports writer HaHa! not i probally would have ended up getting shot by a cop, fuck it either way im aimimg for the top, i keeps the partying jamimg all night long, fuck with me promise ill fetti wap ya like a molly wap i remmember cooking rock up off the block i stay getting racks stacks of green backs, like biggie im to fat to run so i bust back, mobbing with a phat green sack be straight loose a the goose Ayye, come mob with me dope or guns talk with me, i got yor bcks if cops be  there, my eye sight id like a tigers, night vison of an owl , im always on the hunt always on the prowl, im now the talk of the town ask around K-real involved ya know its fashow going down the old school mixed with the new era, i bring a dope sound damn im hott HaHa!! i know i gots swagger like mick jagger shiiit im badder,non ya can keep up with me wait and see K-real a real O.G. got my stripes off the block let me hear the small fuck boy bullshit talk in the end you going to be the pussy boy that calls the cops, i stay flying high way high in the sky where the fuck you think my confidents comes from on the hustle the stuggle the back in the day day, never been gay nope never made a stop out in the bay, new ereas new places new faces to meet, say whats good whats hood i gots class and im a G so no matter in the office or meet up in the streets, imma keep it 1000! mane have to ya probbally wouldnt even believe the shit ive been through still got alot more amends to do, but with the love and hustle imma i have to make it though, shout out to all the ones thats been tru and real through and through apprecite it we going to fashow ee the top of the chats, have to by far got way way more smarts didnt have to graduate high school r special ed told ya basic bitches we wasnt no retards!! :)) Ayye!!!

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