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#1 #UST Im A livin' Legend livin' his life on the edges of ledges ready to take a leap of faith bettin' on his ability of rappin' to be that thing that'll fetch an catch him, Here's a head line, Go ahead ta get A Head I'm headin' ahead overhead yo beds that you all slept in, My bled Pen led is a weapon leavin' it's message, that left you beheaded, like some at your neck leverage, me livin life on the edges, never feared edgin' nearer ta these ledges, fuck it, idc If im stair steppin' my way up to em' heavens, my reference is legend in led like the band zeppelin, you rappers allegedly claim to slay bars and flows, but I don't hear it though, where as my bars claim the kinda aim that ain't missin' shit like it's combined with an infamous precision intertwined vision that I seem too paint in Saintless missions that I then spit, a devious decision to taint writtens in tears and blood stains that can't be hidden at least not when I'm riding flows on these tracks I lose track of time and train, so betta pray we don't cross paths, I have enough coal from being bad, Santa thank you for Dat, I stopping until I tie up every beat snare and scratch, as I conner and square off this track too attack the rappers who are nothing but whack, what you gotta say about that you uninspired liars that acquire trap school laps too get in shape too even combat at the level of MC that I am currently at.
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#1 #UST Im A livin' Legend livin' his life on the edges of ledges ready to take a leap of faith bettin' on his ability of rappin' to be that thing that'll fetch an catch him, Here's a head line, Go ahead ta get A Head I'm headin' ahead overhead yo beds that you all slept in, My bled Pen led is a weapon leavin' it's message, that left you beheaded, like some at your neck leverage, me livin life on the edges, never feared edgin' nearer ta these ledges, fuck it, idc If im stair steppin' my way up to em' heavens, my reference is legend in led like the band zeppelin, you rappers allegedly claim to slay bars and flows, but I don't hear it though, where as my bars claim the kinda aim that ain't missin' shit like it's combined with an infamous precision intertwined vision that I seem too paint in Saintless missions that I then spit, a devious decision to taint writtens in tears and blood stains that can't be hidden at least not when I'm riding flows on these tracks I lose track of time and train, so betta pray we don't cross paths, I have enough coal from being bad, Santa thank you for Dat, I stopping until I tie up every beat snare and scratch, as I conner and square off this track too attack the rappers who are nothing but whack, what you gotta say about that you uninspired liars that acquire trap school laps too get in shape too even combat at the level of MC that I am currently at.
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