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forgot
Park your car by the edge of town
Television sound way down
Long overdue
Things we said we'd do
Photo album renaissance
Photo album
I'm like a Bat Out of Hell, being pulled by Black Stallions.
Waiting for Metallica to make another Black Album.
Created a stone age cage, I'm fenced
a thousand sheets of acid
and distribute it witcho' album, no doubt that'll be a classic
Dude lockin up every fashion, whether it's dope from weed to coke
from
to the car
I got goons that'll make it spark, and I don't gotta throw a blow
Niggaz ready to stage dive like they Linkin Park
The hood love a nigga cause I
now we got mobile phones
Me and my homies used to battle at the park
We had to be back on our street by the time it got dark

We used to wear cross
Y'all know me, still the same O.G. but I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese, no deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys, no
went diamond
Smashed twice bastards
D-12 multi back to back
Eminem the hardest sellin' artist in rap
Stat quo the mixtape messiah
In the phantom
when poof he'd carry on the set
Set eyes born in and out some flyers, he was doin' some talent shows
At center line, I had told him to stop by
Y'all know me, still the same O.G. but I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese, no deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys, no
album, point the finga
I guess nobody loves a real nigga-slash-rap singer
I thought I'd bring a little truth to the young troops
I brought proof that
the bacon and anyway
there were Brigid and Billy playing

And under the stair case
was a little meadow sort of like the park at 23rd street
where all
when poof he'd carry on the set
Set eyes born in and out some flyers, he was doin' some talent shows
At center line, I had told him to stop by
my name, when I come through here
When I was Sixteen, I want'd to be a mack
I went to Fremont High with Lil' D and Black

Young ballers in the town
up
Do work, treat rap like a ripped skirt
Sow it up, rep your hood, nigga, throw it up
You'd been standing by my side for years
Sold out concerts,
even if I gotta
Fuck, suck and swallow in the parking lot
Gonzales Park, I'm followed by a married man, a father of three
My titties bounce
Park, I'm followed by a married man, a father of three
My titties bounce on the cadence of his tingling keys
Matter of fact he my favorite cause he tip
two years
That's why they say my name, when I come through here
When I was 16, I wanted to be a mack
I went to Fremont High with Lil' D and Black
even walked the walk
More less destined to get tested, never been arrested
My album will manifest many things that I saw did or heard about 
Or told
even walked the walk
More less destined to get tested, never been arrested
My album will manifest many things that I saw did or heard about 
Or told
and still piece of art
No frat boys, no skinny jeans
I’m more like the Fat Boys and Heavy D
In ’86 spitting free in the park
I’ve been patiently waiting
Records representative]
What time it is then, right?

[James A. Smith]
It's time to mix 5th Ward, South Park and 69th Curbs 
And really let
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the park had no luck
What the heck- we tried [?peace-a-ful respect?]
I couldn't hack it so I tagged that to the rhyme vine
Now I'm doing jams with
was a boy on the east side of Detroit
Crossin' 8 Mile in the border in the hate territory
I'd like to share a story, this is my story and can't no
everyone's repeating themselves
I'd change it but in truth it can't really be helped
Because what you about to do
Has been done one hundred times
Before