The Bottom

By Locksmith

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Released on November 9, 2011

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(Verse 1)

I was born as a Muslim

Submission to the most high

Bullets flying with mother's crying was close by

Folks sigh of relief hoping they don't die

Niggas spilling beans for pies no bowtie

Stoves open was overdosing from coke highs

Boogle got murdered for nothing my nigga no jive

So how did I become such a lyricist?

Every Saturday was debating Jehovah's Witnesses

Every Latter Day Saint praying hoping they witness this

Kingdom Hall murdered em all open Leviticus

And hoop was my therapy, rap took its place

Now I'm faced with disparity

Charity case barely escaped screaming hysterically

It's only so long that my parents can take care of me

I'm unnecessarily hyped

But lyrically I break every bass, stereotype

I'm the black sheep of the bunch

The herd tried to fuck me

Ask about the West

They mention every nigga but me

But ain't a nigga that can touch me

Still I'm at the bottom of the pile like Rugby

(Verse 2)

Okay, honesty and loyalty has never been an issue

Try to help your people out and look at what it gets you

This is what it feels like when everyone's against you

When you was thinking like you thinking right but deep inside it hits you

I can try to paint the picture for you but it's broad strokes

I've seen niggas lose their life pulling a broads coat

Tail fail for their dreams now they miserable

Wanna bring me down but let me project the visual

Either you succeed or suck seethe

Like shorty let's fuck more

It's chestnut your soul is under siege

Come and leave with the Devil

Dance with him dead

Or you can take a chance glance at em stare

Yeah, like the swing of the pendulum

I take it as a complement comparing me to Eminem

So let's begin again, look at the man's work

Only the dude you hear now can keep you this hurt