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The Return (3:34)
[bridge] - J Strigg & D-Dizzle
i got beat down to the ground,
but then i got up, now you hear my sound (i hear it),
in myself is where, this gift was found (i see it),
now im shootin' up to the top, bitch im upward bound (my turn..)
[chorus] - sp0t
gettin beaten [cant even breathe] and see them,
[sensin demons], fallin to tha ground [feelin weakened]
stackin reasons in what [im believin] in sessions of dreamin,
receivin a gift that was found in lost seasons
[so deceiving], but i got up and now bitches hear my sound
[i got attention all around], standin tall cuz im upward bound,
[i got a heart of gold], if enemies were scales, theyll be weighin me [by tha pound].
[D-Dizzle]
they call me the white boy,
yeah i live in the burbs,
but im sick like that,
ill kick ya ass to tha curb,
my words are usually slurred,
thats how peeps want it preferred,
cuz they like my style,
its something that they never heard.
and it would of been absurd,
if i wouldnt of learned to beat my opponents didnt have much to earn,
except my rep to burn,
yet the tables turned,
i still hate life the evils startin to churn,
my lifes like a meeting,
ready to adjourn,
i still stand stern,
in motions full of discern,
everyday im concerned,
and in this game,
i will always remain,
im not in it for the fortune and fame,
this is a gateway to release my pain,
if i wont my ass will always be insane,
shuttin up like a clam,
no one gives a damn,
i get kicked around just like a coke can..
[chorus]
[J-Striggady]
They call me the lyricist
I'm so often militant
Never seen as innocent
When I spit with adrenaline
Life is always in a sense
Of destruction eminence
Causin ruckus letting in
All my lines like medicine
People always doubted me
No one's ever proud of me
But when labels scouted me
Haters wanna shout at me
Bustas wanna battle me
Snitches try to tattle me
Bring me down and drown me
Break my ground and shatter me
But I rep the Coalition
I want my flow to mention
All this criticism
These Poems in a session
That mention all the lessons
That seem to cause us tension
And set us off like weapons
Make us reach for the Wesson
And though we're always tested
We find time just to question
All of this bullshit essence
Treatin us just like peasants
We fight right through the struggle and rise above with triumph, fucc the bullshit in my life I'll be livin with defiance…
[chorus]
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