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Hook:
Forever Ill City, low fidelity!
(kumusta sa mundo? perang ginawang telepono) [how the world doin? made this money to a telephone] 4x

Verse:
Forever Ill City, low fidelity
We grew up in low quality
Buffer videos, 280p
Typical, askal in a third world
Spiritual herd, yet cynical individual
Bulma kept reviving this gifted miracle
Lyrical, two-steppin on the mud
Jesus walking up to shore
Kid hoopin with the carpenters next door
Ain't no trashtalk just skills on the court
Youngin shakin knees on the street
Now Vader chokin rappers three feet
Above em all
Could hardly breathe when this mask is on
Robbin hoods with fedoras, what'd you expect?
From the mafia we robbin ya
On some true g shit they sleepin with the fishes
They throats over here be guttin ya
Papa fought for this country, very young
Ain't that fluent in the movement
Blasting guns was his native tongue
So he let the trigger spoke, let them die slow

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Verse 2:
Forgotten Legends for rotten dyed hair
Hip-hop descendin only rhymin nursery
The Lord be testing my ability
Curving bullets with, virtuosity
Never catch me wearing shoes in my city
Only way I'm wearing a pair is when there's a funeral
I'm keeping it traditional
So packing up knives to a gun fight
Throw em like ninja stars as bullets fly
God, Divine intervention
Run the jewels leak ya mental
Eziekel 25:17 then I blast your dome
Pouring watch yo ass
Here comes Butch clip loaded
Mac 10 silencer, I silence ya
when I come home, stolen
then? rob a restaurant in the middle of lunch
Exit strategy leaving dolo clown mask in a brinks truck
Whered he go?
I burned my fingerprints nothing but a cold case for another immigrant

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Verse 3:
My style solidified son
You know you slick when they can't even compare you to one
I never had a gift so I work hard just to earn one
Makatang-Salitang Panday is the new tagline
what that mean?
A wordsmith, I'm bout to blow up when I land lines
Ring ring
They, trynna pull my strings
They ain't gon Gepetto me
Grab me my Tommy and I'll doze a whole family tree
Leave their face scarred so that the beast'll say they got a pure heart
Cheated death, so he shared his skills with me
my enemies slept still got this red hat, hear me laugh call me Billy

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