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Yo, not as cold as me motherfuker stop pretendin,
i'll murder you infrunna ya crib like lennon,
rip ya tendants out ya 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 into ear,
right before they make you're motherfukin dissappear,
but just you hear the multi salabric grammatical,
compare me to rappers that are on sabatical,
coz i never did in little fukin italy,
i play checkers on decker tall buses in tripoli,
the way that you bicker with me, inexplicably, is a mystery that pisses me off rediculously,
because im lyrically you're level scientifically,
spittin out the spick in me, prolifically,
im the of america futuristically,
after i die my music you'll feel me spiritually,
darker then siccoli, ripping the averages,
you hold no weight, like bitches mis- carriages,
and your produces no kids like gay marriages,
im disparaging every fake thug in sight,
thats why faggot ass will never make it into the light,
i'll crack ya when i smash ya face into the mic,
and now you what 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 massacre a rapper and all his broke friends,
and go to club cheetah, sum blood soaked tims,
party crashin, fuckin model bitches,
thier stick figure anorexic pussy in stitches,
my verbal will outshine you're offence,
you wanted nonsense,
and im two hump proof, chokin a local youth in his made vocal booth,
you're a fukin incompitant killer ray caruth,
and im technique, the rawest ever produced,
i nastier then regurgitating period juice,
so ya fukin rhyme book, stay warm,
and put it to use,
im to drop like frozen airplanesshipped through ya roof,
and im of fake hustlers telling lies to the youth,
you robbed deminicans,
and you couldn't rocks if you was palestinian,
you broke mutherfuker, you don't burn 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 you'rs truly, the immortal technique