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Travis been known to spit lyrical on tracks with skate kicks
Osiris had the flyest but I'm all Axion, Verbal bigspin
I Crooked grind your for not listenin',
I'm beyond regular, you in fakie position
The funny thing is I don't skate but I'll your whole ego
Manipulate your and replace it with something uglier than
The of Sha-nae-nae and Patrick Ewing havin' a baby
(Damn you crazy) Nah just a little misunderstood
I got the planet in confusion, for the fact my vocabulary lacks the word losin'
Contusions are across the bodies of any challengers
I'll my mark then disappear like J.D. Salinger,
As whack emcee's continue scuffin' knees,
the dicks of A&R's just to get their platinum chains and cars,
I'ma keep on my thing,
Broke as Macy Gray would be with a regular voice to sing,
Who wanna bring it to these Apple affiliates,
Act silly and you'll get split down the middle a Philly gets,
I've had enough of all these menaces,
I'm for peace but get quickly deceased with violent sentences,
The only witnesses will be later notified to identify the dental records of a kid offended mine,
you ain't a friend of mine so I suggest you me Mr. McCoy
Hot shit burn and blister you boy

We manifest through tape and prisma colored markers,
Invade your space feathers from down parka's,
We legends in our own times and every rhyme is proof,
We drinkin' from the fountain of youth,
And we done we're pissin' innocence,
in a sense, everything your mouth dispense don't necessarily pay the rent
Or the phone bills, you can't trade for mic skills,
But if you I'd be eating lovely, believe me.

McCoy be like the influenza, flow sick,
These other rappers on some old common (SHHH),
I'm sicker than that, and plus you always (YECK) quicker than that,
And H20 aqua we be thicker that, and if at
Anytime shit gets to hard to handle I'm out raw,
Chainsaw and all like Cambell,
Steppin' out the darkness with an of creeps,
Caffeine ain't Travis to get no sleep,
Cause cat's speak soft, and to front hard like Charles Bronson,
Shoutin' out Brooklyn, that they from Wisconsin,
That's why I'm always concentratin' when I'm cheeba,
We with New York State and the city of Geneva,
G-Town's my residence that's where I my dead presidents,
And in my mind it ain't no for irrelevance, come on now
I thought you knew better, my are nines and my mouth's a lyrical berretta
But better...YET...I you Sweat like Keith,
And have your whole crew out like rotten teeth.

We manifest through tape decks and prisma markers,
Invade space like feathers from down parka's,
We legends in our own times and every rhyme is proof,
We drinkin' from the fountain of youth,
And when we done pissin' innocence,
Cause in a sense, everything mouth dispense don't necessarily pay the rent
Or the bills, you can't trade food for mic skills,
But if you could I'd be eating lovely, me.

Who start it like us, rip a part it us,
who you know jump on the stage and get retarded us?
Who start it like us, rip a part it us,
who you know jump on the stage and get like us?
Who start it like us, rip a part it us,
who you know jump on the and get retarded like us?
Who start it like us, rip a it like us,
who you know on the stage and get retarded like us?
GCH will make it regardless of the element,
breakdancing, beats, graffiti shit, to straight rappin',
Who got mama's hands clappin'?
cats like the third rail, these rappers soundin' sweet over stale ass beats,
Come on get serious, you're making me furious with these lame and whack hooks
Oh you ain't feelin' me? beat you to death with black books,
Now that I got your undivided, you got a mic? You better it,
I'm creepin' six deep with seven swords of drunk
With eye patches, no teeth and eye lashes,
so they don't sleep and dodgin' car crashes,
I'll smash your pride like a that just got his fame stolen,
Bash you with a mic so hard I'll your name swollen,
Cut to the chase I'll just get to the point first, cause
You're shit is than Fred Durst's best verse,
AND(AND)IT'S(IT'S)LIKE(LIKE)THAT(THAT)

We manifest through decks and prisma colored markers,
Invade your space like feathers down parka's,
We legends in our own and every rhyme is living proof,
We drinkin' forty's the fountain of youth,
And when we done we're innocence,
Cause in a sense, everything mouth dispense don't necessarily pay the rent
Or the bills, you can't trade food for mic skills,
But if you could I'd be eating lovely, me.