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Just a reminder that I stood Eye to eye with my top five Went line for line On every continent sign Fed four babies and two wives all our lives No sponsors or cosigns off rhymes Looking just like this dressed like this Talking all midwest like this My left eye squint I never blessed one spliff or one drop sipped It's the fabric that a icon stitched Let it drip like krylon tips or tye dye rinse Who do I got to convince This mic defy science Got it all dialed in I tug heartstrings like violins All type of gems inside the lens Tell any and all I offend to drop a pin Drip collagen like ink inside of my pen Then try to comprehend the heights that I ascend The light that I can bring the grimy side of things The poet laureate glorious lore I spit More vivid pouring from the old origins New Orleans braid languages like creole Something like if Neo was a griot The servant leader bleeding through your receiver Seeker teetering on the edge of the ether Respect professional procedure Street preacher authorized I authored lines that made me immortalized From Letras Mania