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I been waitin playin for a long time
X amount of thoughts carried out in my mind
I turn on the TV I see crime
Script written diligently and aired on time
Push the power button now I'm to the tower somethin
Opened up my fridge and found nothin
Tipped to my room with an aura of gloom
Wishin I could write another tune
But my hands are paralyzed plus my eyes
Wanna shed tears, but it's not possible there's
The burden of things I couldn't bear
Feelings weren't dealt with properly
Remorse follows me
With his good friend the threat of poverty
Here's where I am versus where I think I oughtta be
There's a certain chance I'm a victim of circumstance
I take a look at myself and at first glance
I see who I recently thought to be me
Based on identities public and private
Behold the radio pirate ya nigga
A felon chillin' with a gun to your melon
A pimp with his pockets swellin a jester
A slave with wounds that fester, the wanna-be
Pre-med 3-D dread an academic reject
Hopin to detect life erect what god gave
Human laws are laid we go to war come back
And come up with more
I'm kind friendly your worst enemy
Charming crass and potentially
Dangerous have you ever heard of such?
I'm invisible and impossible to touch

This is not my beautiful melting identity
The thoughts that I can't manipulate for the safe line
Is personal one amongst many is the macro
Made from the pain of the fragile

I still say fresh dope and things of that sort
I don't shoot up, smoke crack or take shorts
Your thoughts are always welcome I seldom
Won't enter another's perspective corrective lenses
Are somethin that I wear so I can see the globe real clear
Look there's famine over there plus the families in fear
Of disease and distress that lingers in the air
These are the words of a man in purgatory
Words of a simpleton living in oblivion
Is this the model for life you will envisionin
free as can be in a world of imprisonment?
I dare you to check new territory
American dream? Time for another story
One where I don't choke to keep afloat
I'm sick of livin on false visions of hope
With a knife to my own throat
Stick of dynamite inside my overcoat
Because I know the ropes
Reality in this world is bought and sold
A very limited scope of life is shown
And I'm just one of the mold fully controlled
Left to erode in my humble abode
You won't hear me because I got no loot
You don't hear me because you don't compute
I'm docile psycho have you heard of such?
I'm invisible and impossible to touch

Life's ill some-time's life might kill
Vordul Mega five digits grab mic's mic strike type ill
Is life real? Yo akhi builds
When life feels like earth don't spin
Whirlwinds mic blend
Lifes at a stand-still dangerous cuz man kills
And still cats visualize life ghetto like
Born mind sometime these cats see life
Street life incomplete light and be like
I'm a live life after this
One crime one line from the Mega-la
Blow spine everyone
Knows the city's ill cats kill
Still black man holds nine
Gotta chill star
C-A.L.L.A.H
Be the light of Shamar
Work hard Shamar C-Cipher-A.L.L.A.H
Adapt bars snatch stars
and detach large channels
But our bar's handle might break mic's
Vordul Megala the cannibal ate mic's
Strive live live fuck five I want a hundred and eight mic's

"Son yo son did you see that kid yo?
Yo Chill out man, chill out.
Five digits cock biddy nine mili
One floor shine silly
Spun city one verbs hit milly
Little girls spinnin curls three sixty
Livin' in in a world shitty
Yo they spun young earth, now shitty
And while 5-0 might shoot black head
Nigga sorry I sold space suit to crack heads
D.T's operate mechanically po-po in slow-mo
Black kids locked away
Attic key plus one fourth pound of smoke flow
While lock head fabian
Achmed Arabian
Layin in
Bodeg holdin drama a.k
Spoke like as-salaam-a-opaque
Chokin vodka mixed with o.j
Wig splits mad quick
Spinnin three six oh ways
C 4 blew the door nuber eight
Summer fate tank top wit a knot
Number nine said run the place
Took my girl stereo c.d plus the tape
Yo star don't wet that
Fucked her face lets stuff the plays
Jet back to santa cruz californ-i-a
Peace to C-God locked up cat born nine ways
Come home mad soon
Live ill life things just like little black girl got shot
Damn it hurts when they spun earth filled with knots
Gonna make a difference so we get locked
Caught in the shit and losin' what we got
Come on black
E-qual-E-qual

"Do you know that you're one of the few pradator species
that preys even on itself?"
And if there's crack in a basement
Crack heads stand adjacent
Anger displacement
Food Stamp arangements
You were a still born baby
Mother didn't want you, but you were still born
Boy meets world of course his pops is gone
What you figga
That chalky outline on the ground is a father figure
So he steps to the next stencil that's a hustler
Infested with money and diamond cluster
Lets talk in laymen terms
Rotten apples and big worms
Early birds and poachers
New York is evil at it's core so those who have more than them
Prepare to be vic-tims
Ate up by vultures the politicians
In a dog eat dog culture that'll sickem
Lack of mineral we take it personal
A pigeon can't drop shit if it never flew
Every day is no frills empty krills
Broken 40 bottles and m.c's with skills
I rest my head on 115
But miracles only happen on 34th, so I guess life is mean
And death is the median
And purgatory is the mode that we settle in
"No doubt"
I've got that Eve's Bayou sense of touch
So I fought to touch every hand of a fan to read their thoughts
Battered wives, molested children
Roaches on the floor rats in the ceiling
Cats walk around New York with two fillin's
One is in their mouth the other does the killin
I'm Vast Air Kramer top billin