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The huh? Yeah ya'll be seein it
It is what it is indeed
Ya'll be huh? Let 'em know

[Ikon the Hologram aka Paz]

Hold the device tight, it's time for a mic fight
You're a pagan to battle someone who's Christ-like
The precise knight smash you with a white pipe
Left you bleeding into the ocean under the night's
Oh you hype right? Well meet the benders
Cop or get shot at like goaltenders
You roll till playin fear was fair game
got fucked up like sex on an airplane
That's why we can't change, we ill
We blow trees, sip Ole E's and real
The clip's filled with the that Cain saw
Then I slash with a leather and chainsaw
That's why the brain's raw, that's why your pour
That's why you copped my nine times at the same store
why you Entered the Dragon and got slashed
And why the Hologram counting up cash. What!?

2x

"Lookin for rappers who battle"
"Don't to understand that I'm just that bad"
"The underground who's wreckin"
"Whatever ya yo, whatever ya like"

Holocaust, rap javelin toss Killasha's the
I take what's yours, pour in your pores
I'm for the cause my nigga, not "because"
My soul wasn't made to be lost, for the pause
I play 48 minutes hard without the
Slicin elbows ya jaw, need I say more?
Facinating 44s and foul whores
Large cookups, and the ill drug scores
My captivating verses, that'll all doors
I soar like a condor ready for war, the law!

(distorted)...."raindrops on the ground"

[Jus
Ominous your brain matter painted on ya Stainmaster
of Death motherfucker we draft ya, semi-autograph ya
Keepin L's lit, sendin pellets helmets
Shells hit, you and the fag you a cell with
Takin out thier element rhyme fighters
writers, time travellers, Sliders
Pale act jail lifers
Who tell the active nail with the 12s in thier diapers
Shoes never walk nor land, land
I expose my scrolls and code it in
Bullets graze ya wig kid, with death
I let the iron clutch grip the bones in ya
Playin on ya like strings on a violin
Dyin in a blood pool wrestlin
wit Gods, Jedi Mind Tricks
Ya'll suckas like niggas without dicks