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Yo, you're not as as me motherfuker stop pretendin,
i'll murder you infrunna ya like john lennon,
rip ya out ya muscle to cut the tention,
im beyond the like related sub atomic particles and flip dimensions,
suspension on ya breathin is what im leavin till an allegion of demons whisper the meanin of life your ear,
right before they make you're life dissappear,
but just you hear the multi salabric grammatical,
compare me to rappers that are on sabatical,
coz i never did business in little italy,
i checkers on tripple decker tall buses in tripoli,
the way that you typically bicker with me, inexplicably, is a that pisses me off rediculously,
because im lyrically you're level scientifically,
specifically spittin out the in me, prolifically,
im the majority of futuristically,
after i die my music you'll feel me spiritually,
darker then siccoli, above the averages,
you hold no weight, like bitches after carriages,
and your label no kids like gay marriages,
im disparaging every fake rapper in sight,
thats why you're faggot ass never make it into the light,
crack ya skull when i smash ya face into the mic,
and now you know im like,
ill knight the industry,
i feel like the of nap turner got into me,
the hopeless,
you sound like when you spit live like jennifer lopez,
i'll a rich rapper and all his broke friends,
and go to club cheetah, rockin sum blood tims,
party crashin, animal model bitches,
thier stick figure anorexic pussy in stitches,
my verbal will outshine you're offence,
you down nonsense,
and im two hump proof, chokin a local in his home made vocal booth,
you're a fukin incompitant killer ray caruth,
and im technique, the rawest ever produced,
i spit nastier then period juice,
so ya fukin rhyme book, stay warm,
and put it to use,
im about to drop like airplanesshipped through ya roof,
and im sick of fake hustlers telling to the youth,
you never deminicans,
and you couldn't sling if you was palestinian,
you mutherfuker, you cats don't burn rubber,
you niggers can't even get a cab like danny glover,
you ain't hardcore, smack tha shit outta ya muther,
you wanna be ill leave you laid out in tha street,
signed you'rs truly, the immortal technique