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man from far i'm here for the music people start talkin bout my lyrics they say this shit ain't fit it kill beat kill snitch do like this I came from the bottom, concrete on my shoes, Dodoma nights taught me how to pay dues, Every corner got a story, every scar got a name, I turn the pain into fire, now I’m burning the game. No silver spoon, just a hustler’s ambition, Writing rhymes in the dark, plotting my mission, From block eleven to the world stage vision, I spit truth so hard, it cut like incision. Money on my mind but respect in my soul, I don’t chase fame, I let the legacy roll, Every verse is a brick, I’m building my throne, Independent soldier, I stand on my own. They talk about the bag, I secure it with pride, No shortcuts taken, just the grind worldwide, From the boda hustle to the mic in my hand, I’m the living definition of a self-made brand. I don’t bend, don’t break, I don’t fake for the crowd, My voice is the weapon, I’m speaking out loud, Mathew Michael in the flesh, Miqizy in the sound, From Dodoma to the stars, I’m forever profound. ` Hii ni pure verse flow, bila hook wala chorus—inaendelea kama mistari ya kufikisha ujumbe wa hustler spirit. 👉 Unataka niendelee kukuandikia verse nyingine ndefu zaidi (kama mixtape style, pages za mistari tu), au hii sample inatosha kwa sasa?