my name is eligh and i m the best and the grey crow that is my crest i don t do my thing i do my best microphone in hand cuz i m blessed i m grouch and i m dope a simple man now take notes i don t love a thing i love my folks this mic is mine don t get close say eligh say grouch you ll never see another man come out and rhyme like this you can never determine or figure out my timing switch i m a divine cloud nine surfing under grad with an itch to switch styles and make you dizzy causing hissy fits lift up my leg when i rhyme your piss poor get out my way when i shine i get raw my mind climbs i m mental einstein times nine s simple fine lines intertwined with bass rhyme grind all up in your face taking over microphones is what i do its just my job i take some pride but not a snob a nine to five will not suffice my life is where i need it feed it music and innovation temptation will not crush my dreams multi tasking in these mean streets og i m one one two make it real fresh for you yes i get it live what it do it goes 333 raising rhythms like zombies i m racing through the streets of your town over beats anatomically change your body chemistry drastically searching for better nights and better days i bet it pays to hear the names play names play be on camera ain t gon ham it up what you actin for we got stamina grouch got amo dust the sand off before i hand it off to fuckin gandalf underground kings run around in a dream g e burn it down sin mista mista can i take your picture sign this for my sister she didn t want to miss ya but she had to study harder just to make that money quicker in the pocket to knock that music that you rip up get up put your one fist up this we gon spit tuff it s a rich life give love now you get the picture we gotta be fit for what s next so step your shit up think be thankful earnin my bankroll wifeys ripe with a big butt like a juicy mango two to tango who you gone bang though 
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