oh, man, cats be askin me do i love rap, you no i treat rap the way 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.
chorus: i treat rap cops and robbers count illegal twist like a do it til the ends bust just a choppa x2
ya read my attentions bounce so quick and your engines i can take it to dimension another time and space my energy heat it up like the north i see the in rhymes like a tempature i try to get control an editor never sweat im two steps ahead of ya im in and out of the studio on the i got a mash, the cash whiplash a motherfucka got it so fast can put it past comin wait realer my rhymes attemptin like on a mirror quite decisive a who tight shit and get the thang to swang like a stick shake it up lifeless, jaws of nuttin but myself 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 with a live 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 take em out we just spend ya fuck lo profile
x2
last standin cuttin and plannin certified so ya gunna demand it take shit over like a new prince and ever since we re-rinse wit new prints everyone taggin bag waggin grabbin i mean the shit u couldnt imagine. my momma gunna weep but i keep flyin like a dragon i be 50 old and still saggin. mind control about a gram a dose explode overload land and blows cant really expect to it tho stay candid ur little standard flow while i tech like a lion, bitch break compounds like a scientist increase production ya up sucka mc's til i rest in peace.
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