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Look, I want only just to make rhymes And sedate minds I work on music in the day time And when I'm home, sometimes I break night That's ok, right? I'm not afraid I have a great life But I want only just to make rhymes And sedate minds And make my way Through the state lines I know one day I will be paid fine And I'll change lives In many ways, just from great rhymes My weapons are flows Test me, I'm wrecking ya nose In this medley I'm letting them know They can't stand the abuse Enemies left in the road Dead when they getting too close Can't stand in my shoes Leave your feet bandaged and bruised Like I just kept stepping on toes Till there ain't nothing left to the bones Like hammers would do Try me. I'm handy with tools So many people have different Feelings about me Some say I'm too cocky Some say I'm too rowdy Some say I help get them through rain when it's cloudy I'm just being me Yet, some hate me profoundly Cuz I keep it real Yea, I'm brutal sometimes Would you rather me blunt Or be spewing you lies I don't tell you what you should go do with your life So why do you hate what I'm doing with mine? J●DA Beats 2019