From the recording Meet Me in Gate City
Lyrics
Lotta downfalls, not even close to perfect
Make me question if this life is really worth it
Got a downfall, in all of my personalities
They all question what's real and what's reality
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My downfall is that my goals are set too high
Write raps that could make the toughest dude cry
Real life, when I'm writing about all mine
Real life, every word with a space in a line
I take up space in ya mind, soon just erasing ya kind
Face the facts but ya blind, living an eye for an eye
You give a lie get a lie, live with pride or just die
Say you ride than you ride, but when they call you can't hide
My downfall is I try sometimes to give a fuck
Feel like a giant who only about to shiv a duck
Run the mic, it's really time that ya give it up
Guess my downfall is my record of mics I lit up
I don't gotta do no tricks I ain't a fuckin circus clown
When I write verses they immerse like a cursed town
When I write verses ya'll should pay for my pro service now
Before I'm difficult to reach like teaching cursive to a cow
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Lotta downfalls, not even close to perfect
Make me question if this life is really worth it
Got a downfall, in all of my personalities
They all question what's real and what's reality
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My downfall is that my brain work like arithmetic
my collective prophetic enough to make me give a shit
I like to rap with aggression, use certain etiquette
Some got my name in they mouth, subject and predicate
I forever get to live in a certain mental plain
This music habanero when most is just lentil plain
Prevent the blame don't pretend to be insane
I prevent ya from commencing or ever comin in range
Slippery slope for those tryna fuck with Pope
Like tryna cope after weeks of no luck with dope
I hang the rope, you the one to place ya throat
One day I'll blame ya for tryna swim cross my moat
My downfall I got passion for this rapping
Coulda played basketball, maybe been the captain
But rap like track, most rappers I out lap
I'm Mad Max and Rap like the Out Back