[Verse 1: New Eraa]
Right from the Intro, k**ing the instrumental
R.I.P I murder on any tempo
Yea, It's only fair that my career with crescendo
Watch me advance in this game boy no Nintendo, Uh
I'm still me, 8 years and I'm still me
Kept it mad real thank god for the real me
If i quit now inside it would k** me
This paralyzed game is gonna feel me yup
I got that wheel chair, Am I for-real yea
Is my time coming cause it don't feel near
The last time I took a break
I was in the E.r with a blood clot
And there's a reason why I'm still here
I'm too sick to be rhyming this
Meaning when I rap I'm just clearing out my sinus's
Ever since 8 real rap, I've been eying this
I been up in the lab like Dexter yeah the scientist
No doubt I got clout, Lord Finesse you know what I'm about
From the up north took the the talent down to dirty south
Yea I spit flames on anything I freestyle about
I got the canon without Nick, I'm wildn out
Cause ion pack no nine, but these lines ammunition when I Shoot I rhyme, Hol up
Helen Keller how these cats can't see me, Like Stevie
Lyrically you can't be me ugh
Rack city, Of course I bought Dap with me
We stack hundreds, You other dudes stack fifties
You can't rap with me
Your career can't make it pa** your basement
You similar to Rap city
Word to Big Tig if you ain't know man
Way past cold cuts yeah I just go ham
Look you can't touch me, Nobody can touch me
I guess Roscoe ain't the only one with No hands
[Outro: New Eraa]
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