Zealots of Flintown
Jackmanraps
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Yo, yo... Look... I'm going back and forth with the devil like we were running sprints A hundred walls ain't making sense, I been stuck on ninety-six At sixty-nine I took my time, to me that's just common sense The common person isn't shit ,they to afraid to take the risk Taking breaks was my mistake I let the devil finish his I put my soul all into this , he ripped it out and spit on it Threw it down and stomped it out it crushed my heart a little bit It only made me stronger though I'm coming back so vigorous I'm coming back an integer now Satan can't divide me I send him way back in hiding listen close you'll hear him crying I want cheese with his whining, now this is fine dining You can hear him when I'm rhyming, you can hear him when I'm writing People all around me are frowning in disbelief Picture me, sippin' bottles rollin' swisher sweets They used to say I can't compete, now I left them obsolete I'm a G, but tons of my haters would disagree Is it me, you, or him? I don't care pay the fee God talked to me through blotter sheets and LSD I had a lot to say but didn't speak Only listened for the mission that is fit for me He said I'm fit to be a king if I adjust a couple things He said to stop hidin' behind drugs like psilocybin And instead to go outside and, grab a pen and get to rhymin' I'm hallucinating now is this God or just perfect timing Kicked outta my trip from a noise loud as a lion Yo, yo... Check it... My feet stay movin' confusin' the humans being still Have yo favorite rapper think twice about what is being real Being real, sippin' slime, tucking tabs, and poppin' pills Any drug could get you killed, really I'm just being real I'm the truth I don't think you others get the deal Fiends pulling on these utters, they ain't getting any milk They milk is spoiled, plans are foiled, they appearance peeled I got stabbed new years eve wounded in the field My brothers picked me up, brushed me off, said "how ya feel?" I reply that I'm alright it's time to get a meal This the basement where we grind until we full as Trump Like Donald Glover, alter ego childish as f*ck I'm a child but I'm grown cuz' my life is rough Jackman and Kid Angel started from the slums We was both stabbed from cowards tried to take our life's But we both beat the odds and we both survived That's my brother till the mother fuckin' day I die When I do, burry me aside with all my rhymes
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