On The Rise (Honest Type)

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No matter how big I get, I'm still just a ghetto star
cuttin' fake motherfuckers in half, like a deck of cards
just respect my heart, yes, I am Echo Park born
but never ganbanged, I read comics and mastered artforms
sparked storms in my brain, scarred, scorned and worse
my crown of thorns is cursed, but when I perform a verse
my hex is lifted, reaching out to lost street misfits
as well as troubled rich kids, whoever's down with this shit
how many emcees spit sick but still kick raw facts?
no gimmicks or limits, no ice or fame, I'm in all black
freestyle 'til my jaw snaps and write 'til my pen's out
I don't change the events of my life for pretend clout
I try to take the Zen route, yet haters always wanna' fight
but I'm the honest type, see, I only kill on the mic
got too much honor, pride and intelliegence to compromise
my creative integrity, beyond the lies - I'm On The Rise