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Found these bars while cleaning out my back pack. They from when I was 18, 19

I came in here drunk, fucked up off liquor//
One hit of the haze, my thoughts flow quicker//
Not your average nigga, I'm smarter than them//
I don't care if ya'll ball, I'm above the rim//
I spit knowledge strong enough to shove you//
Taught at an early age that the ghetto don't love you//
Its built to murder and jail house fuck you//
Wisdom coming out the finger tips, let me touch you//
I told you if you aint part of my movement//
Then move quick//
Don't make me lose it//
For those of ya'll wit me//
I still spit it sickly//
I got what ale's you//
Lyric Allah will never fail you or leave you out in the cold//
Young or old//
Spit knowledge that you need to know//
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