oh, man, cats be me do i love rap, you no i treat rap the way it's supposed to be treated ya know, illegal thoughts, money motavating manuvers, a first class ticket to the hottest place imagine ya know, straight lust, check it.
i treat rap like cops and robbers count dollars twist like a do it til the world just like a choppa x2
ya read my attentions bounce so and start your engines i can it to another dimension another time and space my energy heat it up like the north i see the pace in rhymes a tempature i try to get control like an never sweat when im two steps of ya im in and out of the on the regular i got a mash, envision the whiplash a motherfucka got it so fast can put it past anyone comin realer my rhymes attemptin coke on a mirror quite a who rock tight shit and get the to swang like a night stick shake it up lifeless, jaws of nuttin else but to rule this era.
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the faster way, my rap is great, full in ya mind im'a captivate so ya better just bystand with no mic stand you couldnt rock the house with a band i be ready just to take the heat go and chase the freak and lace the beat with technique thats not found first chump step up straight got clowned knocked down face the back...rap a tap glich, release the rounds so ya flinch gimme ya engine im'a take em out we just ya fuck lo profile
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last standin cuttin and plannin dose so ya gunna demand it take that shit over like a new and ever since we re-rinse wit new prints everyone straight bag waggin grabbin i mean the shit u couldnt imagine. my momma gunna weep but i keep flyin like a dragon i be 50 years old and saggin. control about a gram a dose im'a explode overload land and blows cant expect to understand it tho stay candid with ur little standard while i stay tech a lion, bitch down compounds like a scientist increase ya feel smackin up mc's til i rest in peace.
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