The Creed

I granted my neighborhood immunity
 During the Rodney King riots when niggas burnt down and looted they're communities
 Instead I pulled bricks from the walls of my imagination and threw 'em
 Through the window of opportunity
 Every studio date booked is a date closer to death procession
 We in overtime with 0.6 seconds left, possession
 Still life's depth perception begins at the rectum
 So I'm defecated from opposite ends of the spectrum
 So, take these gems and stick 'em in y'all [? ]
 My definition of on-point affect hemophiliacs and virgins all in the same
 Manner, one prick and it's all over
 And you can lick the gun clips
 But it's a sin to wet me like nun clits
 None spit, with my ferocity
 I over shadow passion
 Take my brain off safety and watch my ideas drop shells and blaze battlefields
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 [sampled from Big L