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VS. 1
These, streets covered in pain coveting pain, heartbeats bump in a range of something hanged, nothing to love em and nothing to blame, stuck with just a buck and a hustle good luck in the game, gain just enough on that hustle to stay in your lane, lames lay and wait on your muscle to lay in the flames, frames of a chain unbroken, unspoken horror, modern day Gomorra, galore of, glorified warriors at war wuh, the poorer, crabs in the bucket and with nothing to grab at, looking for a touch just for something to laugh at if half had a path and the math to map that that’ll be the track so they pack the past cracks that cover these streets and cover they backs the bug of the beast the slug and the strap the judge and the heat the drugs and the rap the sludge in the deep the mud of the trap, grease

VS. 2
Forever, for ages, story in these pages, tragic, repeated ever after, phases, changes, coming up in batches, wonder if the brain is, catching up with habits, perhaps it’s the big macs sent em to the madness, symptom of the madness, victim of the savage grasp of the cappa-tillist, until its, nothing left to have and everyone is ravaged wonder if its patterned, like the figure eight, so it happens, again and again insanity’s wind, vanity wins, challenging the plan to begin when, the talented tenth ‘ill balance these pimps, violence immense, the eyelet from whence, the pilot that guide, the people to die, leaving the streets, no peace to reside, release for the tired, police and the wire, no piece of the pie, they eat with they eyes, grease

VS. 3
Cooked in that Crisco that good ol’ that good gold yellow like your wrist glow below zero, ice all over like lights, no pillows, life of a night walker stumbling in let it begin, then his skin soaking in sin, the broken of men, hoping the ends, meet, but no means in these streets, only green in these streets is that chief smoke screens cover up another scene of the grief, the reason for beef and leaving dreams of being better than thief or even at least achieving what you had in ya’ reach, these, streets teach that its weak to be a visionary, keep your vision buried, physique is meek, scary if you dare sneak a peek see the good life stopped five blocks up the street, but them cops up the street, and they cocked up to keep a cold lock on the feast, so you drop just to pop, grease

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from The Otherside, released June 25, 2013

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