[Intro](Scene from TV show Twilight Zone:)


Boy: .....Had to make a wish

Man: Crazy kid don't you know there ain't no magic or wishing or nothing like that. You too big to have nutsy thoughts like that, you too big to
Believe in fairy tales

Boy: If you wish hard enough Bolie, it'll come true...if you wish hard enough, and then believe

Man: Somebody's got to knock it out of you Henry, somebody's gotta take you by the hair and rub your face into the world til' you get the taste and feel of the way things are...

Listen kid I've been wishing all my life. You understand Henry? I got a gut ache from wishing and all I got to show for it is a face full of scars

[Verse 1]

See I go by Inhavit
Think of myself as average
Ain't really much about me
Only thing I like is rapping
Some may say I'm wack and...
Others may say I'm crafted
Reaching to get on top, to be the greatest like 2Pac man
I get mad when I lose, damn
Fuck it let me run laps
And get back from this quick sand
Holding me back like glue man
I say fuck it I'ma champ bitch
Saying good luck, man pass it
I'ma run laps round these slow mags
Who got no craft they just too wack
But I gotta stay humble, can't be no hater
Lord knows I ain't no shape like craters
So I have no right to bite like gators
Got a long way, maybe more than a mile
When I get there..I'ma prey on all you
And attack who play wit crocodiles
I'ma wild child, you can't touch my style
Area 51, government files, boom
That's my last round
Down on the ground rest in peace now
I'm so sick like a priest who..
Touch lil' boys in preschool
Oh you grossed out? well me too
I told you I was sick got a bad flu
Mind out the world to the full moon
So keep howling like a pack of wolves, bitch
And ain't nobody gon' fuck wit me, no
Better stand back like I'm shooting a free throw
Last game ever, I'm a legend in my zone
So you can sit back, relax and get blown
I'ma go get it, cuz I'm moving too slow
Spider-Man ma-fucka, mister hero
Got nobody but his fucking ego
And that ego got him flying like eagles
I'm tired of living like this
Trying get by wit a job, making me lose my mind
Wake up, baby all he does is cry
I cry, when I can't write a rhyme
Sitting wit a pen, clock just ticks
Looking at the paper, can't think of shit
Fuck this stress man, fuck this shit
Say fuck you to that fucking bitch
Who can't understand who the fuck you is
No one gets me but I'm too pesty
Got two sides like the logo Pepsi
Sometimes I can be nice and shit
Other times I can be a fucking prick
Only to the ones wit no common sense
What I gotta rap just to make you like me?
I guess I gotta rap like I sponsor Nike
Talk about jay's and how much I get paid
Going out to parties, getting laid everyday
If that was the case, then I wouldn't rap
Come on man, simple math
Woooo...
Yea...
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