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