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Yo, you're not as as me motherfuker stop pretendin,
i'll murder you ya crib like john lennon,
rip ya out ya muscle to cut the tention,
im beyond the comprehension like related sub atomic particles and dimensions,
suspension on ya breathin is what im leavin till an allegion of demons whisper the of life into your ear,
right before they make motherfukin life dissappear,
but just because you hear the salabric grammatical,
don't compare me to that are on sabatical,
coz i did business in little fukin italy,
i play checkers on tripple decker tall in tripoli,
the way that you typically bicker with me, inexplicably, is a mystery pisses me off rediculously,
because im lyrically beyond you're scientifically,
specifically out the spick in me, prolifically,
im the of america futuristically,
after i die fuck my music you'll me spiritually,
darker then siccoli, ripping the averages,
you hold no weight, bitches after mis- carriages,
and your label no kids like gay marriages,
im disparaging every fake rapper in sight,
thats why you're faggot ass will never it into the light,
i'll crack ya skull when i ya face into the mic,
and now you what im like,
ill suge the industry,
i feel like the spirit of nap turner got me,
the hopeless,
you sound like shit when you spit live like lopez,
i'll massacre a rich rapper and all his friends,
and go to club cheetah, sum blood soaked tims,
party crashin, animal fuckin bitches,
leavin thier figure anorexic pussy in stitches,
my verbal will outshine you're offence,
you wanted nonsense,
and im two proof, chokin a local youth in his home made vocal booth,
you're a incompitant killer like 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 lies to the youth,
you never deminicans,
and you couldn't rocks if you was palestinian,
you broke mutherfuker, you cats don't rubber,
you niggers can't even get a cab like danny glover,
you ain't hardcore, i'll tha shit outta ya muther,
you wanna be ill leave you laid out in tha street,
signed truly, the mutherfukin immortal technique