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The Rebirth
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Sa-Roc
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If I could be candid, sometimes I'm insecure, my bad There's more on my agenda than securing my bag Y'all say y'all love the real, but watch pretend in high-res Different rappers, same regurgitated interests, I gag I'm the future, call me Isaac Asimov, rap Octavia Penning parables of prose, I might be hip-hop's savior Took a pint of blood and tears to learn to love my shape And I'm not trying to modify a damn feature but my behavior From the cradle of the civilized to a gravе situation Where a flag more privilеged than the enslaved of its nation I made demos, I rock stages, now Roc stage demonstrations With these semi-automatic multisyllabic quotations I'm a far cry from my homestead, I'm a Starseed Caught a love bug for these prayers like I'm Starski Now I'm with a crew of rhyme slayers making bars bleed Rivals trying to catch up, but they can't match my brain or car speed Since the clouds departed, I just speak from my carotid Pain a distant memory, the image sepia-ed and shrouded That's from years of light work that made this medium cathartic Ride these BPM's like choppers 'til my grief became melodic Turned a negative to positive with these musical deposits So y'all can gather my accounts and make a suitable composite Of the person I aspire to be, peaceful and unbothered With all my doubts and fears six feet deep and sleeping under sawdust Exist out of the box with the elements and gases While placing emphasis on intelligence and brashness Devil run amuck while society is cashless Alter the prescription on the frames of their glasses Quick as a quitter will fold, some of what glitters is gold Same story is old, getting left in the blistering cold Broken souls get remold with little arbitration Fortune favors the bold, as does incarceration The art of manifestation mastered by ancient civilizations Lies deep within the mind's refrigeration A shift of the eye is ample indication To re-release a mudslide of latent inspiration The butler did it, end of conversation In this Information Age, you don't know nathan but hatin' From the beginning, in it to win it and still, he spitting This fully written isn't a product of bullsh*tting
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