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health is what I'm fighting
I ain't hiding anything I front my demons
Still fight for what I believe in, only the truth I'm speaking

Give me the baton,

damage, but they ain't did no harm
I see y'all lack then I take advantage I'm making different art
Yea, please carry me through the tests Lord
They test

that's what I'm fighting for

I'm perfecting my art
Like Wing Chun
And combatting these mortals
Like Shang Tsun
I might relax
When the job is done
But my

I remember where it all started
Being eleven, twelve years old
That day my life changed, it changed forever
I know it started as a hobby
But I vowed

red
Like the ranger
To become a leader was in my demeanor
But the tv showed me I was greener
Man I just wanted to be Tommy
Fighting with Rita Repulsa

Lot on my mind, I got a lot on my chest
Money, women, alcohol, yeah, you know the rest
The art comes from pain, of me failing the test
God took my

Devil fighting with the Lord, but Jesus saved me first
She left and it broke me, my heart was cold
I cried a river, with tears of gold
I made some

On the last episode Knoxx killed it
We onto the next
Countdown to the new year
We chasing nothing but success
Counting these checks yes
This is it,

and you have seen luck
Hunted by some predators
You've seen a limped buck
Get right back on her feet with no defeat like she give no fucks
About death
About

here fighting for what I believe's in here
He's nice but the beats are weird
Can't relate, can't connect
They can't tell who I idolize so they

back on the stars
Spittin' acidic bars, fuckin' craftin' this art
Spent too many years writing like I was hopin' no one would find it
Playing Rope-a-Dope

don't do murder, got the hands of a god
Did I stutter, did I mutter, I did everything
Controversy took it's place, 18 years I've been living the name,

Dark days got me ahead of my peers by light years
Money can't buy happiness, so I used it to wipe tears
On stage with a blade at the throat of my fears

the mic, deserve a million shares
I been working this for years, about a decade grinding gears
Most creative and reliable you'd find amongst my peers

tryna rap the way he trap, that nigga tryna stretch art
I got my evidence of growth, but nigga where yo stretch marks?
Bro got K-9s, dog food just like

day they’ll go away and then I can just be me

Art and music giving trees; I’ll never take advantage of them
All natural women that I draw from my own

some diamonds on my arm
I knew the plan up all along
A n**** rob me i'd be darned
Get the work up from the farm
Made 10 bands by dawn
In my hood Ima don

of the fall
Made it to 21, happy I’m alive at all
Debuted my first album, best ten of my songs
Then that year, came COVID, kept us in our homes and
The evil

Make the Music 2000

Rahzel

Make the Music 2000

1999

your comic book 

Sound effects blazin through your rhymin' book 

Just imagine  all the time it took  for me to master this 

The Art of Noise is

Okay
Put that shit to rest
Now her time is over
Uhuh
Only bout me, myself I
Guess I'm a loner
I'm a loner
A fucking stoner
To this art
I'm the composer
I

a mark
Only difference from a stain is how you see it
I just work to turn my blemishes to art

If you never had a dream you thought would happen start

being grinded into pulp of human
Am I gonna make it where I want, forsaken by my art
Or be stuck in the misery of this world that shit's just crazy

Gotta do this shit while im young, and ready,while im young and im ready, while im young and im young,young and im ready im the one, yea
Fighting

though I'm still here
Pressure made it's way through my chest to my heart
Like a spark does, fireworks on the new year
Burning me alive, life imitates