"Leave Me Be, Pt. II.V / #JustSomeBarsLOL"

Kindergarten to 12th grade, was spit at an' picked on
An' that was - fuel for me to come back an' shit on
Any bully, rival an' fake friend I ever came across
Been a loser all my life: No more takin' a loss
I know, they look at Fineprint like he ain't a boss
Muhfuckaz here the rhymes, actin' like it ain't the sauce
But I'm - saucin' on 'em, king in my own mind
Crazy, 'cause I never quit believin' in my own grind
What's a goal if you lack heart to bring it to fruition?
Why fight if dreams just get deferred on your mission?
We all - have a vision, it's what we do that counts
Life is - guns an' roses, bittersweet in adequate amounts
This my third time tellin' y'all to leave me be
Should I - cock the pistol just to see you flee?
Told you in 2013, this ain't the realest shit I ever wrote
I am - forever real, wit' facts you - forever quote
Roll the reel to the documentary, peep the commentary
There's a lot of artists out here that come to tarry
An' I - don't waste time, 'cause I'm about my business
If we gon' make it in this game, gotta get serious
No time for apologies, can do without forgiveness
All those who doubted the kid, get to bear witness
To the - success of me an' those who stayed true
Not the fairweather fans who tucked tail an' flew
When - shit got hard an' hit the fan sumpin' wild
Turned on the kid 'cause he switched his style
Not there - when I was feelin' faithless an' downtrodden
It's okay, your disrespect will see to it you're not forgotten
That's my word...

I took an OATH to never MINCE my words
So - fuck censorship an' all who object to what they heard
Middle digit flippin' birds, dude, I +swear by the dog+: dead serious/Sirius
You, Rhadamanthus an' the FCC can drink Jell-O bleach shots wit' tampons in 'em from some chick's period
Yeah, sorry for bein' extra, but the flow's +gadzooks+
An' I'm 'bout to fill a nail gun wit' +God's hooks+; it's off the books
So Jesus Christ, Judas Priest an' all those other swears, gimme a "Hell yeah"
'Fore we hit Heaven, or I'll Stunner yo' ass off the stairs
I - spit 16's just to blow off steam, put some sugar in the Maxwell's House
Or - keep sippin' yo' Expresso, I prefer somethin' more mellow
So, 'til my name's at the top like a patron of Starbucks
I'm just - gonna keep steppin' these bars up
I ain't hard up, but I got a hard-on for success; you hard-pressed
To find a flaw in my design, but all mine are God blessed
It's not - blaspheme to say the Lord blessed me wit' these rhymes
Any talent or gift is always delivered by the Almighty
See I shine, so you can call me sun or solar ray
Either way, I'm givin' you a +Thriller+ like Ola Ray
These are just some bars, random lines pieced together but fit rightly
It's like, they were made for each other, quite nicely
Lyricism will forever delight me, reactive adaptation
Reactive 'cause it's responding to the stimulus of many lyricists
Adaptation 'cause it's changin' to fit the style an' skill of this period
Put it all together an' you see why I'm growin' non-stop
Steadily improvin', it's the season for it; I'm gettin' hotter
July 15th is here if you're hearin' this, straight-forward an' proper
There's no competition around except me, myself an' I
An' see me, myself an' I refuse to be left behind
So - I'm goin' in, leavin' mutilated emcees in my wake
The beast within is wide awake, anybody ready to raise the stakes?

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