Wednesday, March 1, 2006

Run This Town Freestyle

I am not your average, every day type of artist



I run a tight business with no room for partners



Can’t even trust a female in this world so cruel



So tell me who’s gonna step up to duel a dragon?



The three headed monster from down under



Will you be able to slay him or join the bandwagon?



Throw a snap back cap on and have ya pants saggin’



It’s the new generation’s style, but wear that around me and you’re simply a faggot



I stay with a clean low fade and a nice denim jacket



They tried downloading my files, but they can’t hack it



The style is too complex for you to match it



I wreak havoc on any and every emcee, that’s tragic



They can’t hear you over the static, your signal is fading



My visual is blazing, I’m shooting lasers out my optics



Pure logic when it comes to spittin’ that hot shxt



Radioactive toxic waste splashed on my face



Now I can’t look at myself the same, so I brace myself for action



A galactic warrior too high for you touch



Too solid for you to budge



Demolish you if you try to crush my dreams



My dreams?



Not to try and crush my dreams, but my fiends keep me in circulation with the cream



Seems like everything is getting tighter on these social networks



The government is establishing themselves upon whatever sites they can



We still sending troops to Afghanistan?



Back to this new world hip hop shxt



I’m in my sweatpants wit a beater on, wearing flip flops



Shxt, consider me the greatest of all time



But I’m just here to rhyme



A myth waiting to be told



A legend slowly waiting to unfold



I put this track on repeat and placed my iPod on hold



Connecticut, I’m here to represent it like I’m the president



But I’m a simple representative breaking down facts like sediment



Demonstrating the data that computes and establishes the settlement



Letting you recognize that I’m just a young veteran



I’ll be roaming Hartford from sunrise until sundown dude



Let you know that I run this town too



Separating the fiction from the non-fiction and doing it well



If I don’t make it to heaven, guess I’ll see you in hell

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