Mr re collab

center bold my centers cold sent senses to the center of the fold wrapped in stolen clothes gravity adequately puttin pressure on the older probably shouda done what your parents fuckin told ya old school snap back snappin back into the back track spittin facts to these mad cats angry bout their rap stats most yall have no sets of skills or any fuckin talents making you an easy target to get taken by these talons havoc addin addies to the chemicals inside em chaos driven darkstars with the liquor, you wont fight em yall sitting here really thinking you can do this throw some words on a beat off the beat like a nuisance who the fuck told you you were good enough for this lifestyle no job no car no house nothing actually worthwhile no physical assets, no concept of value no wonder your lyrics suck its cause their totally untrue man remains i dont got time for this all these wack ass artists claiming fame like they belong to this while we out here working building this shit yall to busy focused on other peoples shit i know i know i know i know its 20 for lesson on how to flow Aanother 20 on how the fuck to grow and 500 just so i can forget that you slow