i usto to type my raps on here bre, now ovea the years checked out again n again n now it’s chaged wish i could get back on the cage, rap n wright out my age of wit n rage, so deraged i’m shooting everything like home on the range, i’m so stuck in my brain, can’t none of this get washed away, i don’t plaay make a record press play, cuz i’m so record play, jukebox, the speakeabox, now from a block hooked in hood roots house on rocks, so hawk flawked folk, walk home, get it got it grown, i’m so stone, i’m born to be reborn, calm summeas n winteas storms, IA braids like thorns… …

Man Technique is sick on 3rd world. My favorite album of his hands down.