"OLDSKOOL LYRICS OF THE DAY"
"Planet
earth was my place of birth
Born to be
the sole controller of the universe
Besides
the part of the map I hit first
Any a
rhyme that I can adapt when it gets worst
The rough
gets going, the going gets rough
When I
start flowing, the mic might bust
The next
state, I shake from the power I generate
People in
cali used to think it was earthquakes
’cause
times was hard on the boulevard
So I vote
God and never get scarred and gauled
But it
seems like I’m locked in hell
Looking
over the edge but the r never fell
A trip to
slip ’cause my nikes got grip
Stand on
my own two feet and come equip
Any stage
I’m seen on, a mic I fiend on
I stand
alone and need nothing to lean on
Going for
self wit a long way to go
So much to
say but I still flow slow
I come
correct and I won’t look back
’cause it
ain’t where you’re from, it’s where
You’re at
Even the
(ghetto)"
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