if you say my verse is whack
i don't diss cataracts
like your grandfathers cadillac
driving down the middle of the street
White, Black, White, Black, White, Black
my verses are the worst
from birth, I'm like cursed
born with lips pursed
don't let out any change
rap is not my game
too shy for fame
and my ego's like gone
can't take shots at phantoms
and if you do it's never random
drug related probably
and in a country without sovereignty
it's rotting me, and rotting you too
end comes too soon
or not soon enough depending on if you'll call my bluff
that I'm all out of rhymes.
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