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Rap from my son, Brooks Greenlee...BCG...borncreatingreatness...  Just like he left it to me.

What happened to rap, to the passion in the lyrics
everybody’s going mainstream try to make their fans feel it
what they don’t realize, no matter what they say
if a rapper’s got skills their fans will listen anyway
my style is the same never changed 
never tried to make change with my lyrics rearranged
you’re plain jane, nothing but fame on your brain
so you maintain the same lame beats we hear everyday
sooner or later, fans are gonna call it quits
they’re so sick and tired of that one hit wonder shit
when you can’t reproduce that one track that put you on the map
you start to fade back into the hip hop aftermath
better make way, a new era’s on the rise
i got the sickest flows with no dollar signs in my eyes
til my dying breath til the day my mouth is useless
i’ll die a happy man even God’s bumpin my music

born to lv in 1989 already prime material
feelin so fine better here me so
you don’t miss a single second born creating greatness
latest and greatest number one artist on your playlist
turn up your iphone turn up your stereo
i hit the microphone and blow up the radio
top 20 countdown on every sunday
i’m 20 that day then number one monday
one day that’s all i need just give me a beat
turn around the corner hear me bumpin on every street
i don’t discriminate i just make music 
a worldwide movement will prove it
flow undeniable so damn original 
so indescribable practically invincible
hoes so excitable pose for a visual
they know who’s desirable born creating miracles

i was born creating greatness
from the first time that i opened my eyes
their is no one on this earth that can fade this
made it to the top after 22 years of hustlin on my grind

i stay hittin and rippin the microphone
tippin a chevy all white on chrome
my crew ain’t something you should try alone
thinkin that i’m wrong and you will die alone
it’s crazy how i came up, cause i changed up the lame stuff
even thought the game’s rough i played tough kept spitting the insane stuff
rearranged but i am no longer afraid of
my future, for i’ve discovered my mission
i covered the distance uncovered the missin just listen
no static no friction my written renditions infect like penicillin
i’m chillin, no anxiety no tension you have no comprehension
of this lyrical invention that i’m testin, now you better count your blessins
i’m teaching you a lesson, i feel your apprehension
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