TheYoungHustla

side tracked, i died inside black resides as
sighs crack the blinds as blind lacks the lies
that bypass the times - am i that,
refined; if I'm that, then minds is buying rap
from binds as nine gats rhyme caps; I'm dying trapped
its the sign, because whats mine is - mines black
step wrong steps on divine, define that - boom
the signs scrapped; and he's gonna deliver as scissors
cut up from the gut up - he rhymes deep rhymes as gza
as rza gone digital. this songs as spiritual as the psalms
the palms are critical - or just maybe, the dust is hazy
and he's more wu tang than boot camp and it grew as
inside tracked a fire that'll rise in three sides that
besides that, he's re-energized to birth lines back
between the fences, defensive - created an aura with swords up
where the pretense is, cause he senses how heat sensors
shall depend on his deep pen, to rise outta the deep end
cause I'm back to rhyming, performing in form away from cries that
breathe in ways the kind lack - i shall never be sidetrack'd.

youngstunna

i like how u tied in wu tang on dis one blood

Reddi Ree

ya shit deep...niggaz aint gon understand it

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