[bad word] 

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You want to keep me here forever 
I can’t escape 
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You want to keep me here forever 
I can’t escape 
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[Verse 1]

In my lifetime I seen s**t nobody should see 
Rolling through the hood with my crew the RLC 
Yo we’re living with beef, that’s how it is on the streets [bad word] for a place to shine while we rocking this beat 
It’s been a long [bad word]  busy paying our dues 
Refuse to give up on our dreams, ain’t no way we can lose 
Busting dudes up in the mic booth, it’s lyrical rifle 
Sniping you with my night scope from the top of the Eiffel 
Suicidal like Cobain, I’m old school like Soul Train 
Randam Luck standing up and taking on this whole game 
With the force of Leonidas on the mic we spit the tightest 
We the lions of this jungle preying on you like a [bad word] 
Paralyze your thought with violence, can’t escape from what I’m saying 
Like [bad word] from the sirens, now you’re on your knees and praying 
Laying low not getting caught up in the drama of the industry 
Brought up in the sin cold defending like we’re infantry
 [bad word] 

[Verse 2]

It’s f*****g militant rap puffing a stogie on the corner 
With a pipe dream living it up, me and my cronies 
On the block thinkin, twisting the el, the plot thickens 
I’m spitting it real, blind to the fact that I’m still kicking 
I’m the golden child, deliver the meat like a steakhouse 
Deliver the beef, unfold you like bedsheets in a suite 
I’m stressing s**t like asscheeks when hitting the seat 
I got migraines longer than your criminal sheet 
I’m f*****g sick of all this [bad word] you hear in the streets 
This m**********r spit a big game till you’re flashing the heat 
What happened to the old days where you scrapped till you bleed? 
Half of these MC’s around here couldn’t handle a piece 
Claiming they’re beasts but couldn’t scare a kid in his sleep 
You f*****g f*****s lost the meaning of riding the beat 
I’m not a rapper, I’m the reason that hip hop [bad word] 
So when you hear me spitting knowledge grab your pen and a seat yeah
 [bad word] 

[Verse 3]

That’s why I confiscate the evidence, escape from the residence 
Murder m***********s with my microphone presence 
Smoke a loosie then burn the loose leaf with a ? 
And it’s a big session that’ll make your lips drip resin 
Start rhyming long ago so I could start manifesting 
Start rocking the vote, surely after 9/11 
They claim n****s love us a lot like we’re made of watermelon 
It’s a shame y’all can’t [bad word] us like an old car engine 
In religion y’all kill each other over another’s decision 
If you’re Catholic, you’re Jewish, or you’re Christian 
Baptist or Muslim you still end up in a prison 
On the level of the Devil cause they say that s**t is written 
Everytime we grab the mic yo the life’s suicidal 
Try to see my pockets filled with profits like a bible 
I’m a bad influence, [bad word] with me 
I’mma count 1 2 and take your soul on 3, it’s Randam Luck
 [bad word]