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Let's go.

Yeah.

be heard whether it's the beat of the mic he feels so unlike everybody else alone in spite of the fact that some people still think that they know him but fuck him he knows the code it's not about the salary it's all about reality and making some noise making a story making sure his click stays up that means when he puts it down time's picking it up

We'll be right back.

We'll be right back.

He's not your everyday on the block.

He knows how to work with wood.

He's got making his way to the top.

He don't think it's a comment on his name.

People keep asking him, was it given that Bertha doesn't stand for an anthem?

No, he's living proof.

Put a rock in the booth.

He'll get you buzzing quicker than a shot of vodka with juice.

Juice.

Him and his crew are known around as one of the best.

Dedicated to what they do and give 100%.

But yet, Mike, nobody really knows how or why he works so hard.

It seems like he's never got time because he writes every note he writes.

His line is written in his head every time before he even touches a key or speaks in a rhyme.

And those motherfuckers he runs with the kids that he signed?

Ridiculous.

We're not even trying.

How did he do it?

This is 10% luck, 20% skill, 15% concentrated power of will, 5% pleasure, 50% pain, and 100% pleasure.

We'll be right back.