Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Over Freestyle

Roses are red, viloets are armarillo

I got these b*tches stickin' to me like my names Magnito

You know fill 'em with the meat like a steak burrito

Then I emancipate they ass, call me 'We The People'

Sorry that's the Constitution, I'm blitzed off this Absolute

I stretch the game from the basement to the fuckin' roof

I'm killin' records and this right here is the fuckin' proof

I only pray that somehow this shit don't go aloof

I'm waitin' on stardom, I know that that's a problem

Especially of you can picture where I come from

So if you need to understand what I've done son

Then say that my life's the definition of conundrum

I stood tall on the shit that niggas run from

In the face of danger like what you want young!

I'm being blunt son, now who want some

And I don't need a deal, I'm spittin' for wisdom

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