they say the bars are open but the minds are closed, rapper's got no time to craft lyrics, but got plenty time to pose stuntin' on the gram, or on YouTube agreein' with Vlad then catch a Fed case, I'm familiar with a head case Milwaukee in the '90s, yeah they found one in a 'frigerator J.D. was crazy, now his souls in an incinerator I do the same to rappers, auto-tune trappers plus I go back to the early 80's, peep out all the chapters locally they tried to sweep me like I was disposable dust fifty-seven and my lyrics showin' no sign of rust! they're grabbin' W.D.-40, while I'm bumpin' W.C. and E-40 had mad game since I was a shorty! from the town where they got a bronze Fonz on the river if you're here in January be prepared to shiver Milwaukee county, ... it'll snow on my procession rappin' in the after world an afterlife blessin'! in the clouds choppin' it up with Rick James then he lit a fat joint and fell to hell laughin' in the flames just my 'magination, call me David Bennett Ruffin' rapped for over 40 years, some might think it was for nothin' eluded by Fame, but you can Google my name Thief Da High Priest, my dedication comes with quite the exclamation! these other rappers simpin', like they're happy in the friend zone the realest rapper ever, chisel that up on my headstone! *sung female chorus* open bars with T-D-H-P puttin' it down in Milwaukee since 1983 after all these years, got plenty to say rest in peace to the homies, lost along the way open bars with T-D-H-P puttin' it down in Milwaukee, he's an O-G return of the '90s, yes he's takin' it back no one is more qualified to rip this track! *spoken outro* that's right it's T-D-H-P still spittin' that venom from the days when I was wearing blue denim [chuckles] been a long time but I never left you from the days of Two - Tone, hanging out with the Syndicate in L-A to cuttin' it up on the Wheels of steel at the Blues Oasis in the city of Brew legacy cemented, ya dig? peace from the high priest One Love
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