Keepin it Ill

My whole persona real,
and don’t really care if I cop me a deal,
don’t walk with it,
but keep my eye on the steal,
come talk wit it,
and then you dying for real,
but I ain’t a gangster,
ain’t my desire to kill,
but for this freedom,
I’ll hold this iron for real,
iron like a lion in Zion for real,
and respect to the Kaya Man,
there’s no denying my zeal,
I got the eye of the tiger,
and don’t rhyme for the thrill,
my timing is ill…

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