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i know this cat

slick as 007

who can smell a fake

from a mile away

he's more like 0011

cause he's up all night

writing about life

after 9/11

coming off with true words

to tell all theses posers

what's airtight

setting the bar

with what's truly tight

bringing back what was lost to dark

making music light

words to night

lyrical holiday

all just to spite

the money makers

instilling fright

with corporate might



he's all real

deep like a musical lake

not here to pop out hits

just for mass intake

his words are weapons

they create destruction

for music's sake

he's rearranging rhymes

bustin beats

making banging shit

to get ya out your seat

all for free

its his treat

he just wants to see

you move ya feet

shake you as

to the beat



G is a musical master

making music stay

not fade away faster

he use's boys like napster

as toilet paper

musics his rapture

smell it

you mind he's trying to capture

just listen

and tap your

feet

notes and instruments

are the flock in his pasture