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[Rikambura]

somebody do some miracles an revive this dyin' site
m also dyin' inside' but y'all gotta listen to ma rhymin' cries..ma echos
as they hit at-walls like an annoucement at an airport
i thot we all gon be there to the end,set n break all records
but now this Motha f*ucka is emptied like an old depot..
they are gone like them christian scared of the old devil
dont know who came up wit such a strong-veto..
all ghetto.. guys left one by one like death takin' over
m here evolvin' an evolver... nothin' can git me down evn wit nothin' bt a revolver
what has eaten em cats wont devour.. me,amma be here till the end of time
like a judge to the end of trial..i dont have to set a fight
just need to elevate an upp the grind n amma be satisfied
its hood,its good without all these half-talented dudes,hittin' us wit hollow flows
this is the survival of the fittest so y'all thick-ass-es have hitten the gutter,the floor
let em hoes stay way from this site as a whole,
i know some pimps who can even blow n bone' they holes(anuses)
let the himba-boy(ma tribe) run this show
ma goal is to show them how slow...they all are
amma tell this story to ma grandchildren as i git older
o'h i.. m the dopest,strongest an niggas are hopeless..i aint jobless i got business to run too
while y'all momma's boys got mothas to run to..whats the problem wit all these Bantus?(people)

m out for now,peace