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Yo, not as cold as me motherfuker stop pretendin,
murder you infrunna ya crib like john lennon,
rip ya tendants out ya to cut the tention,
im beyond the comprehension like sub atomic particles and flip dimensions,
suspension on ya breathin is what im till an allegion of demons whisper the meanin of life into your ear,
right before they make you're life dissappear,
but just you hear the multi salabric grammatical,
don't compare me to rappers are on sabatical,
coz i never did in little fukin italy,
i play checkers on tripple tall buses in tripoli,
the way that you bicker with me, inexplicably, is a mystery that pisses me off rediculously,
because im beyond you're level scientifically,
specifically out the spick in me, prolifically,
im the of america futuristically,
after i die fuck my music feel me spiritually,
darker then siccoli, above the averages,
you hold no weight, bitches after mis- carriages,
and your produces no kids like gay marriages,
im disparaging every fake thug in sight,
thats why you're faggot ass never make it into the light,
i'll crack ya 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,
massacre a rich rapper and all his broke friends,
and go to cheetah, rockin sum blood soaked tims,
party crashin, animal model bitches,
leavin stick figure anorexic pussy in stitches,
my verbal will outshine you're offence,
you down nonsense,
and im two hump proof, a local youth in his home made vocal booth,
you're a fukin killer like ray caruth,
and im technique, the rawest ever produced,
i spit nastier then regurgitating juice,
so ya fukin rhyme book, stay warm,
and put it to use,
im about to drop frozen airplanesshipped through ya roof,
and im of fake hustlers telling lies to the youth,
you never deminicans,
and you couldn't rocks if you was palestinian,
you mutherfuker, you cats don't burn rubber,
you niggers can't even get a fukin cab danny glover,
you ain't hardcore, i'll tha shit outta ya muther,
you be gutter? ill leave you laid out in tha street,
signed truly, the mutherfukin immortal technique