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Pickin up the pieces/ left from all the old seasons/ trying not to cut my fingers/ as I rearrange the sequence/ paintin hella pictures and I barely use an easel/ workin wayy too hard to make this here look easy/

So here we are. In NY wit my feet up/ plottin a whole mission/ breakin down hella reefa/ a seeker/ of perfect wisdom & knowledge/ & though I didn't finish college/ I could make students out some 'a my teachers/ features/ of a young, black God/ holdin strong black rod/ shinin bright like Ra/ leeches/ wanna suck my light/ but that ain't right/ I gotta fight to keep these lames in place on da bleachers/ they heated/ cuz back when they could reach us/ they neva reached out & now they claimin that they need us?/ Jesus, have mercy onn dem/ I say a lil prayer as I'm adjusting my brim/ prolly walkin 'round wit navy boots or some timbs/ either way, they painted on, they like ooo that's him/ canvaskiller, the art is dope, I'm a drug dealer/ will shoot the fair one no problem but I know slug fillers/ chill Will/ all these niggas know that you the real deal/ & if they don't they prolly think that Stacey Dash is real still/ thinkin bout greatness, give a damn bout what you think/ prayin for my city, cuz they want us all extinct/ put lead in the water, & tell us that it's safe to drink/ & crooked ass police is head huntin on the corners/ pullin guns from their holsters, puttin lead in our daughters/ yellow tape caution/ blood stained concrete/ no trial for the cop, so he still out walkin/ it feel like the 60's, I ain't marchin like Martin/ but I'm leader 'a the pack for the artists/ paintin and rappin, mufucka ima mARTyr/

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Workin on my trust, my niggas think that I don't need em/ I just hope they care enough to figure out the real reason/ lost a lot 'a friends but I bet that if you ask em they gon say we still cool just cuz niggas got a past/ but that 'ont mean shxt/ I had to cut em off quick/ & now a nigga gettin better like I just beat cancer/ don't question my motives 'less you ready for the answer/ steppin over Tyron Lues' who wasn't ready for the handles/ I got the hot hand, reachin right under the mantle/ writin hits on top 'a hits & you boys can't hold a candle/ to this shxt here/ & just this year/ I switched the whole culture let's just make that clear/ let's just make that clear/ Team Coop