Even at the lowest peek of the sun
I'm still shining like a Diamond
Catching the attention of the deaf dumb and blind
When I'm rhyming
Making believers out of the non
When I start assigning
Lyrical beat down assignments
To fake emcee's lying
Prosecuting the frauds trying
To rep the streets crying
About the struggle and the grinding
The hustle and the climbing
Exposing the momma out these boys sizing
Them up for the pressure I'm applying
Lining them up the lesser of those replying
Then tying them up as the aggressor of these findings
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