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Scurvy D:
Motherfuckers you could have called me Atlas
from the weight that I pushed.
I was good. Those Jakes, they never got shit on me.
I learned from the best. But all good things must come to an end.
It had to be to avoid catastrophe
and honestly, it's alright by me.
I got fed up, tired of the scuff
escape was a must, sanity or bust.
I lost for sure, but gained much more.
Expansion in my flow,
hella bags of 'dro.
Over time, I joined with the shine
of the rhyme, found mine, giving sight to the blind
I do my shit just to make a hit
not to line my pockets, just to drop another riff.
Feel it in my bones, enlighten the drones
while stoned, sending codes to wherever they roam.
Unravel the meaning of author J Keating,
Carpe Diem, mother fuckers, time is fleeting.
You never know how shit will go.
Live life in the fast lane, pedal to the floor.
Chorus:
I had to get, had to get, I had to get, had to get the fuck out.
Pusherman of the weed,
like my boy Nizzity.
Drop cops from chasing me with stops at Krispy Kreme.
Those days of old, I had to let go
Still smoking on the bowl,
but there's music in my soul.
So now I twist like cows in the wind
Giving props to Paxton
piss your pants Simon.
No longer pushing weight,
never catching court dates,
'cause my intellect is great
and I'm quick on my skate.
The best in town, pound for pound
you won't find better,
when you take a look around.
'cause it's me, the one and only Scurvy D
My soul is finally free, I'm letting me be me.
Chorus:
I had to get, had to get, I had to get, had to get the fuck out.
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