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I got on my brain that causes chest pains
Inside the best frames, ghetto blood clots is by slug shots
And drug spots, well, if too poor to move out
Or get a new house, it's like in a war, walkin' through shootouts

And you God exists, when hard fists
Be poundin' on your like jackhammers
You're trapped in the drama, you hear the laughter
Seconds after that you fade out, played out, you're laid out

Your heart nearly gave out, lucky that you made out
With just a few when the beating ends
The streets let ya breathe
But evil men, soon be on the receiving end

Of Law, I'm callin' on the meek and the poor
To fight back and never the day you have to go to war
With forces that are armed upon the seven borders
A mental fortress is essentials to this

My hits the human orb until it orbits
In the art of war kids see Grym Reap be
Since pieces of the civilization in the past
Had my photographs etched inside of

To laugh at this revelation, without 365 of concentration
And twenty-four hour meditation, would be foolishly
I'm ancient as 'Amen', see I Grym
fools in in a pit full of pit bulls to be shaken

Or strapped to the of Hell and inner sin
Which trap the in to sell such a Sing-Sing
I bring Grym tidings, tidal wave all not exciting
Stop riding the dick, start your own shit

'Cause I stick figures, they think fat and can't rap wind blast
I make 'em Fast, lookin' like stick figures
I'm all that, I bag at concerts and shows
Get more panties than hoes that boost Secret clothes

is tagged like ex-foes toes at the coroner's
Kids with cold feet and fall like the barometer
Grym mentally chop your career
See, shit is locked down here, like penitentiary blocks in

Escape outta your ducts, time you hear my name
You better duck fate or a fuckin' face full of duct tape
You get smacked like a trick that off her money
Then smoked like Rzarector with the dipped in honey

Rotate your head like a gyro, my hair in knotty spirals
Feet resembles Christ's from the Bible
Water-walker, to all physical torture
Pull out in a Porsche upon a double-crosser

My penis rise up in the like a Phoenix
And blast cells into a low blooded 'nemic
The material's venereal
MC's get murdered in serial, you can't fuck with the

Unorthodox paradox, my shit is seen wide-screen
thought like Doctor Octopus
'Cause war like the grandson of
I'm hangin' devil's heads on a evergreen

Sugar-frosted sorceresses, bitches get
Pussy lips be drippin', leaky faucets
Undercover C-Cyphers sprayed up windshield wipers
While I'm guzzlin' Piper's, my son's shitty-ass diapers

piece trapped in sync like many time piece
You get stampeded by the
A rap dast' tracks black like Chow Yun Fat
Oppositional get their eardrums flat

Common denominator, I swing the mic saber like
He was by the interpreatation made from a traitor
MC's get their blown, trounced off my fistbone
from my death, every time they break a wishbone

Eventually, I knew the world would mention me
Potentially, I the key to make G's
MC's breeze on my tracks, I the root with the trees
Killa bees spread rapid diseases

See it's, the second comin' of Jesus, of Nazareth
Be fabulous, raise the dead crowd up like
Hazardous vocabulary attacks be
notes we provoke, it comes out musically dope

Niggaz realize they just can't
They're here, bustin' out the head resembles and smoke Loc
I blast in circuits like General Monk-Monk was Turkish
My science is divided deep into central nervous

Pervert area codes this murder
I'm boxed-in, suckin' hologram tits, oxygen
Parallel of crab niggas and sea shells mix
I my dick and sword right through you pelvics

I'm hell stricken bomb, wrapped in of palm
Physical is descendants of Allah
I travel at rates, weaker men are primates
either migrate or get burnt to the stake

I feed off lyrical beams of amphetamine
My terminology is like lobotomy
el loco, gas niggaz like Sunoco
Flush 'em Presto, Blast in your chest bone

I raise from the shore, Sodom and Gomorrah
With traction, a 4-wheel drive Ford Explorer
While mucus within the center of the Rubik's
The roots of the wine the enzymes inside your nucleus

Turmoil boilin' appointed, niggaz rubbin' off my style like a
in the Sahara, From trial and error
Confused with 3 meals for Sara

Bearer, digestin' in abundance
Because the dead is not to return from the dungeons