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

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

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

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

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

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