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[Verse 1: TRUCIFER] Okay, let's take a trip down memory lane Where I wish there was more pleasure than pain Cause I been through the rain, better yet, hurricanes But I'll offer you my jacket cause it's a gentleman's thang Yeah, I'm broken hearted & I'm stressed in the brain But, if you take a close look, my life's like the wreck of a train & I still hold onto whatever is left that remains & I try to make the best of it & hope y'all get entertained f** settlement rates, sold my soul to the devil Now I'm in a decadent state but I'm a sensitive case See I bought myself some benevolent grace Hoping God reconsiders letting me enter the gates I'm a positive image stuck in a negative space & I'm in a delicate place of indefinite shape, punks I'll spit right on all of you f**in' prejudiced fakes, you just Talk so much sh** like, "How does the excrement taste?" Yeah, I'm not a pessimist despite, my tentative face, let's Get this straight, I'm the one that makes the best of mistakes You're the one who has a chest full of hate & petulant traits I never erase, when I write, I write til my pencil tip breaks See, it's pedal to the medal to get ahead of the game You're just pressin' the brakes & got no gas left in the tank Yeah, we're both on Instagram, but we are never the same Because you rappers are just after the 15 seconds of fame Wanna take a swing at it? Okay, step to the plate You would have thought I was playin' chess the way I'm Checkin' ya, mate, don't hold your breath, just let it escape You know I'm gonna be one of the best, right next to the greats Because, when I lay it down, I know how to pick out a rhyme & Then stretch it out longer than the length of measuring tapes & I know you don't roll like that, but I'm so smooth As I spit, it's somethin' sort of as if I'm sleddin' on sleighs Down the steepest slope of snow but, when I step on the stage I just set it ablaze, "Attention: We need some Medical Aid" When I'm in the dog house I got b**hes spreadin' their legs You woulda thought I was God the way I was gettin' appraised But, every other day is just another test of my faith, so I kiss The ground & thank God, that I'm not dead in a grave I been gettin' fresher, with every single last breath that I take Just to make sure y'all remember the name, yeah I am the next renegade

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