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Yo.. yo.. A man is condemned or exaulted by his
words..

Exalt me.. yo.. this what y'all niggas wanted..

The streets was waitin'

here I am, a beast awakened

in a Beamer Station Wagon with massive gleamin'
bracelets

after years of bein' patient

sheddin' tears and beatin' cases

I'm ready for whatever yo (Mega!)

no more to say

words can't explain like Rich Porters grave

this is a ghetto monument, my confidence is more
apparent

the mind like a Nine automatic

graceful yet capable of causin' damage

I'm too ill, lyrically I feel I'm too real

dough or die, either way I do deals

I'm gifted, my only fear is death or prison

what other lyricist conveys such sincereness?

I been through the ghetto life and drug
concealings

fearless, and betrayal with trust is given

now I deal with a few, I don't fuck with niggas

it's not arrogance, it's I'm-not-havin' it

niggas act like they was sendin' me packages

when I was upstate gainin' weight and lackin'
friends

think about it, I don't talk about it, I be about
it

I get money and I still be in the Projects

fuck rap, nigga like me is eatin' regardless

even during the drout I had a Ki in the closet

connects was tellin' me I ain't need a deposit

they were seein' the progress on my net, smashin'
niggas

I was pitchin', you was catchin' feelings

like D's when they seen they couldn't catch my
niggas

41st side, what, we had cracks in the building

the 4-5, Infra red Mac and the Sterling

it was all for the cause except my dogs got
careless

I suppose those who ain't like us feared us

the life we chose inspired me to write these
poems

I'm takin' mine like the Rikers phone

The Realness...

my niggas waitin' for this.. pump this on the
corner..

pump this in ya ride.. pump this in ya jail
cell..

the essence of a hustler my nigga.. what.. Mega