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Soldiers of the light, we the bravest, and f*ckin dedicated
Like an inmate hiding them razor blades in his ***
Playlists are full of fakers incapable of praises
For God's sake it's revolution that money replaces
I make it happen, lay the track that I wrote on paper napkins
Unstable actions, I'm Rob Ford: Jamaican accent
the game is lacking the rappers who ain't relaxing
so pay me back, it's a fact, man the game is lagging
these soul thirsty ritual foes burned me
so I cut the pharmaceuticals cold turkey
got rid of the old jersey, now I show no mercy
to these imbeciles who are told to go soul search me
cats don't wanna rock a bad mixtape
but they all over the track, like a Flocka ad libs take
"that *** cray" ya, that's what a lot of actors say
put a *** on the mic you ought to practice safe