It’s primetime. Your boy Shyne shines
Rhymes mag
I move like an imma
Approaching the border
Far from a sugarcoater
My odor can entice a mother
To follow me and abandon her stroller
I’m older & wiser
I worked at a pizza shop
And some people called others “lifers”
Meaning they’ll work there forever
I said, that ain’t gon be me
I’m too clever a person, too clever a writer
Plus, I’m a fighter, a lover, and poet
A fusion that’s potent
Your boy Shyne finna shine
Make everyone notice



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