(Matter ov Fact)
Ayo, my nigga hit me from out in Sydney Australia
And said I got you if indeed you ever need a kidney
He ain't giving up his, not willingly
He sells organs but said for you and E its squat diddly free
Which helps out cause we down to our last shilling
With the intent to make a mass killing
Accustomed to crass grilling
Growing up but young Matt was hearing broadcast through his brass filling
Ever since a clever teen villain
He kept the tricks his of trade unknown, never bean spilling
And in lieu of his lack of vocal views
There was an increase of speculation by the local news
Like is it true that your friend EP's
Skill derives from a daily dose of NZT pills
And what's the crew to do when they need a refill?
Address the rumors true about the factory in Peekskill

(Sample)

(EP)
Yo, Society of secrets, black cloak mystique neat sequence
Ripping off elite chic sequins, fresh meat
Unique, indeed this for the heathens
Doppelgang funds depleted in bereavement, believe it
Ayo it's cloaks not capes
Methadone, Coke sniffing both off a plate
Needle poke, gape
Abscess dripping on my seat across state
No address given where we living, unknown parts
Ayo it's home to the lone sharks
No phones where we roam, Hark!
I'm picking out the trash from my rations
Pentagram clan taught the class about the masons
Millions in the stash, no blast on the stations
Figure that, make you cock your noggin to the side
Snide thoughts is tossed, throbbing in your mind
Combined with the force more inclined to survive...

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