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Yo, you're not as cold as me stop pretendin,
murder you infrunna ya crib like john lennon,
rip ya tendants out ya 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 the meanin of life into your ear,
right they make you're motherfukin life dissappear,
but just you hear the multi salabric grammatical,
don't me to rappers that are on sabatical,
coz i never did business in little italy,
i play checkers on decker tall buses in tripoli,
the way that you typically bicker me, inexplicably, is a mystery that pisses me off rediculously,
because im lyrically you're level scientifically,
specifically out the spick in me, prolifically,
im the majority of futuristically,
after i die fuck my music you'll me spiritually,
then siccoli, ripping above the averages,
you hold no weight, like bitches mis- carriages,
and label produces no kids like gay marriages,
im disparaging every thug rapper in sight,
why you're faggot ass will never make it into the light,
i'll crack ya skull when i smash ya into the mic,
and now you know im like,
ill suge the industry,
i feel like the spirit of nap got into me,
the hopeless,
you sound like shit you spit live like jennifer lopez,
massacre a rich rapper and all his broke friends,
and go to club cheetah, rockin sum blood tims,
party crashin, animal fuckin bitches,
thier stick figure anorexic pussy in stitches,
my blitzes will outshine you're offence,
you down nonsense,
and im two hump proof, chokin a youth in his home made vocal booth,
you're a fukin incompitant like ray caruth,
and im technique, the rawest ever produced,
i spit nastier then period juice,
so burn ya fukin rhyme book, warm,
and put it to use,
im about to drop like frozen airplanesshipped ya roof,
and im sick of fake hustlers lies to the youth,
you never deminicans,
and you sling rocks if you was palestinian,
you broke mutherfuker, you cats don't rubber,
you can't even get a fukin cab like danny glover,
you ain't hardcore, i'll smack tha outta ya muther,
you wanna be gutter? ill you laid out in tha street,
signed you'rs truly, the immortal technique