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[intro:]
big l, rest in peace
loading it up, we got a full clip, yo

[verses: the rapper: h]
h be k!llin’… that new school prodigy
starry eyed wonder kid, living my astronomy
potent, puffing, p-ssing bet you wish that you could smell this
i’m rondo on the court, dish rocks, as you sell ticks

b-ss beat critical, scr-p it out, start anew
move it to the left and right, working on that wiggle room
free verse wordplay, beat funk poetry
vocally, i’m told to be, fresher than your potpourri

sharon of a past life, ithaca a chilly breeze
h is just a monkey man, hanging high up in the trees
prophesize like sophocles, an aristotle mockery
stop, drop, and roll there ain’t n0body hot as me

artful marijuana, working on my pottery
f-ck, i’ll make a millie like the third track on carter 3
running from the truth shout outs to my honesty
get up and get down, moving so hydraulically

running-the-world, quicker-than-you, laying-the-law, writing-the-rules
h does it likes it nothing, because this sh-t is nothing new
raps go straight, subconscious to my mental
cl-ss is now in session, better hope you brought a pencil

lyrically i debate, over which one i should take
is it sour, or the cali, either way its gonna bake
orator of the rhymes, and i’m gonna let my words speak
high caliber, those holes on your shirt leak

i speak with clarity, rap is my therapy
haters will remember me, my words will leave a legacy
i’m electric, power to your city
power comes in numbers so you know you’re coming with me

east to west its going south, better not to run your mouth
been around these boston streets, just be sure to shout me out
shut em down, turn it off, you’re all like b-tter, goin soft
the rapper named h is the only one who’s showing off

i will never rest until my rhymes are taken care of
and when my girls around me she’s the one i’m takin care of
love her till the day i die, chances p-ss, don’t let them by
i’m adam, and she is the apple of my eye

you can’t see it, but my rhymes are audible poetry
locomotive in motion, that’s never moving slow to me
spreading out my product, i could swear that its not b-tter
a little nugget of gold in every lyric i splutter

your’re left in my hind sight, missin all my lime light
hair cut, nice suit, getting laid like prom night
better keep up, i’m pumpin with adrenaline
lack of appet-te suppressed, pump him with ephedrine

20 years young and i haven’t done sh-t yet
a lot of hours and some bowls that i regret
wasting all my time, music is what i find
got a day to get away, i’m gone but you’re left behind

coldplays, winter nights, counting crows and sheep at night
literate, sure as sh-t, i can even read and write
lyrically explaining, the rest is not a contest
north, south, east, west spittin words out of my chest

rising in the sky like the rays of a new sun
lyrics are the light within, feeling it inside my lungs
you could never stop me from the grind i’ve been directed on
steven spielberg the cut, cause my d-ck is extra long

gunna drop another song, maybe when i write it first
i write a lot of lines at night, but freestyle unrehe-rs-d
f-ck i need some oxygen, words will never let it in
dieing on my own track, counting every breath within

harborside the flag i fly, f-ck it dude i’m getting high
i think better when i’m lit, and that is not a lie
ask about anyone, h is a swell guy
g4 to g5 to g6 i’m h-lla high

welcome to the cul-de-sac, there is where i’m speaking
tired of the bull-sh-t, f-ck it if its pretend
i do it cause i need to do it, that’s the only reason
never waste another week waiting for the weekend

- the rapper h

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