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The words I spit,
come out like liquid.
Having every lyricist running,
to the bathroom to sit.
Geared to accomplish,
with these positive pounds of knowledge,
I smells like promise.
You wont forget,
the first time your virgin ears 
heard someone who's real.
Don't hesitate to quote
the words I spoke.
I'm just a common folk.
With pages and pages of hope.
I broke free from life's cages,
been spitting flames, 
down in hell's basement.
I hope to make you shiver and quiver,
with each line I deliver.
Who'd a figure 
This I'm just a common, country, figure.
Without a nickel to my name.
Still not chasing fortune or fame.
My words will change the game.
Never again will it be the same.
My experiences are to blame.
You better put some meaning behind your words.
If you want to stand,
half a chance 
at keeping the mic in your hands.
You sound like you got a limp biscuit
in your pants.
I'm not the king of the land
In this domain, I'm the man.
Challenge me.
Come test.
"Ya' wan' come test?"
I'm armed with passion.
When I start blasting
waves start crashing.
Quickly drown you with
these lyrics of liquid.
My heart there's nothing bigger.
May be dumb broke.
Definitely stupid hope
lov'n to rock the boat
Will always give the most
that's no joke.
Here's a toast 
to the common folk.

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