stream this song | back to album page | back to homepage | buy this album on itunes No Contract Track 9 from "fresh blood" by proGrammar Pulled tricks like hat before I signed a contract. Matter fact, no contract; I manage my own act. Collaboration with associates -- we do it ourselves -- to bring more gifts to kids than Saint Nicolas elves. I got Elvis influence: white king of the shit. But, instead of raping and robbing, I'm improving it in my own little way. White emcees one day will say, "proGrammar really paved the way." So will the black ones. Especially the wack ones will love and adore me. Fantastic flash-back, son, which makes them abhor the weakness they spy inside of themselves which makes them feel twelve inches tall like the previously mentioned elves, or Smurfs. I rehearse, and then my practice comes in handy when I have to ass-kick some emmer effin dandy who's really just a pansy or a marigold. Your story is old, it's been told (tolled) like roads on which Olds are driven by senior citizens. Disrespected and hated cause they ain't 25 with inflated chests and deflated heads. No hope like chest to escape from the rest that is eternal. Best that I can do is offer you an external make-over. Fake's time is over when I roll in, metaphorically, and take its girl like Cassanova. Your ass'll get run over like little squirrels, crossing possums and turtles while we're on top of the wor-ld. stream this song | back to album page | back to homepage | buy this album on itunes

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