Tell these new niggas I don't fumble slurs
I just spit shit, watch 'em get humbled
See my verbs is bird
That's 100 pure, one word give 'em Uma spurts
No pulp in my writtens, the fiction hasn't yet occured
I'm no magician just ya neighborhood Alchy
Malci the type to get your dark alley fefe on and cracking
Don't include me less it gets my pockets and stacking
You forgot what part of the map im backing
Goofy rappers talk and tough and get they fucking back bent
In my city, niggas makes plays- fuck that acting
I'm not one for violence, i'm not that peaceful neither
I walk a shakey line between Vicious and Spike Spiegel
My morality in constant flux
I went to college for an honest dollar
being around scholars wasn't pay enough
the fuck I look like-- Daedalus?
when trapping and rapping would pay just as much
Could trade that degree for some pills and a burning blunt..
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Malci get 'em open open open open aye (x4)