2011- 2 lEGIT 2 qUIT.

[2011] 2 lEGIT 2 qUIT In the city of Buenos Aires Where decadence they admired I picked up a pen for One Be Lo And wrote my first rhyme on the low And that was it, the urge to spit Engulfed me, a glove that fit When others didn't, too legit To quit; I would sit in my room Rhyme when I could, even in school In Mass, skip class, head for the loo Writing rhymes where others shit I found a mic, I learned to mix Dropped some songs, they were dissed Still persist, 2 lEGIT 2 qUIT Hammering down my styles As I showed them to my pals Hit custom on Facebook Cause my family wasn't down I was closed, but the more I showed, they seemed to care So I opened up and my shell disappeared This icy prison, I had made to live in Would defrost at their stares from the heat I was speaking. X 2 This icy prison, I had made to live in Will defrost at their stares from the heat I am speaking