sire got game

  time change my rhymes have a range 

mentally deranged essentially insane

Fire Hot Flame Sire got game

fame kept low your brain got chains 

change lanes the aim stained fame

return how you came burn you lame

high tide die or ride be shy or die

why cry crocodile tears 

victories lopsided for years

history a mystery for my peers

get locked for a while ooh child 

hits hot evil people show a feeble smile

the inventor of real style the appeal is wild

if you want to change we must elevate the game

the mental strain will prevent you from gain

the drum is like a gun fun but when drained

self-accountability gums enflamed 

around me popularity is the name

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