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Speakin' of this art form, the slang is
MC's are like sperm cells, a of us
to reach the egg, bikin' and lose a leg
Odds are like one to ten million, the kin

One from a thousand speaks in his own
The nine ninety nine, imitates without choice
They never even knowin' it, until the goin' rough
See the amplified I'm throwin' with

I grab the microphone, the unthinkable
See the rockets red glare like the when clappin'
They still cage MC's that's scrappin'
Not the UFC, but my is tappin'

So let a little bit of fear turn to hatred
I was sent as a savior to revive was sacred
Also stop this uncalled for
And sippin' back cats, they in flavor

Got word the wise to let it drop
Set on fire, take aim and let it pop
Because to whom or what, even with door shut
I'm givin' 'em straight raw, you bringin' all cut

Like rock, your watered down hip hop
so out of shape and far from tip top
Pearls next to pebbles, spoons against
Dictators to rebels and Gods against devils

No time for thinkin', let's think ahead
If you wanna sleep you awake then make your bed
A MC's came to see me on referrals
Not even knowin' they would undergo great parrels

These cuttin' methods from the most specialized
Faster than the last men, and before the fly
The lord of the art, strikes a in your heart
Your ear love to the God, rippin' tracks apart

Me to hip hop is Einstein to science
A match in heaven, most likely an alliance
Complex individual that you dream of
Intellectual challengin', the all eye

Got a appetite for
So then come and bite the
And the rest and don't
Stress the part, it be

Got word from the to let it drop
Set on fire, take aim and let it pop
Because regardless to whom or what, even with door
I'm givin' 'em straight raw, you bringin' all cut

Like Bolivian rock, watered down hip hop
Rap's so out of and far from tip top
Pearls to pebbles, spoons against shovels
next to rebels, and Gods against devils