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The Falcon: "I don't know who cat is, or why he's got a hate on for
But I sure aim to
out!"
Villain: "So bird man! You up from behind; Precisely the sort of
tactics I have
from you."
The Falcon: "Save the conversation, for I am not behind you now,
face!"
Villain: "Out of my way fool! is good enough for you! And for
you..."
Del
the futuristic style
That devistate minds
As I find elaborate metaphors
So
for a second as I becken
Abstract brought to the surface
as I burst this
Rhyme
I design slow moving so the simple minded foes find my flows
moving at the speed of
I a tight
Sample so I can dismantle your
me dumb if you want imbecile
I can pick your
like a grain of
in an hour when its filled
to Cassidy
Hop-a-long to the song that is
I'm the bee
with a twelve foot stinger and I wring you're little wet
I'm getting foul when I'm meddled with
I settle
I silence
MC's who
when you you will fail
Slow as I salt ya
Then watch ya shrivel up and sizzle cause I'm like Gilbralta
You're butter-soft so you can park it out ya little
I go for the esaphogus when I choke ya
Broke ya ya fail again
And I'm the
You can the time and the place
So you can get a of medecin for your medulla cause I school a
Beulla cuttin class cause your style is butt 'n' ass;
I one to A+
And I say hush
your plush style
Is unstable as a slush
You ain't with the program
You man
Me the Homosapien is like your toe jam
So enlightenin I'm frightenin allota men
Open up your shutters let the in
Simple rhymin' on the airwaves
So slays to the rhythm
So I give 'em more than a trade
Verbal
Slice
To ribbons they're fibbin' so you'll be assumin'
I'm the dopest
I on the vibes that I conjure
Clean up the stains in your when I launder
Now feast
the thoughts a mental plum
Maybe you might learn before I'm done
Spit out the pits and hit the flows in the
Del lets your be exposed
Where it like a bullet vest upon your chest
Even the best hollow tip bullet make an impression
this lesson
Is
Never dwell on the hellish
fun until you perish
Cherish your
This is why I rhymes
To illuminate the with the tight minds
Sign on the line
Spottin fine
Step to me and I'ma belt ya
Eye for an Eye
But you're eye cry over spilled milk
Feel guilt when you know you're
Never sing the song like you it better than anyone else's
Cause selfish
Learn to admit
Just sit and takes a off your back
Don't this acoustic bass on track
a wallop
All up in your face cause I'm the kid
Check out the illogical styles I molded
syllables
That still pull uplifting
The masses the higher plateaus of listening
Villain: "My red, white and blue foe- I no desire to kill you, not
now, not I can make
you suffer all the more by the one you call the Falcon."
Captain "No way to reach him in time."
"So watch, my friend. Watch and greive. Eh? My weapon's charge.
. . Exhausted??!"