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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 grind your melon for not listenin',
I'm regular, you stuck in fakie position
The funny thing is I don't skate but deflate your whole ego
Manipulate your face and replace it with uglier than
The product of Sha-nae-nae and Patrick Ewing havin' a
(Damn Travis you crazy) Nah just a misunderstood
I got the planet in confusion, for the simple fact my vocabulary the word losin'
Contusions are across the bodies of any challengers
leave my mark then disappear like J.D. Salinger,
As emcee's continue scuffin' their knees,
Suckin' the dicks of just to get their platinum chains and cars,
I'ma on doin' my thing,
Broke as Macy Gray would be with a regular voice to sing,
Who wanna it to these Crab Apple affiliates,
Act silly and you'll get split down the like a Philly gets,
had enough of all these silent menaces,
I'm for peace but you'll get quickly deceased violent sentences,
The witnesses will be later notified to come identify the dental records of a kid offended mine,
you a friend of mine so I suggest you call me Mr. McCoy
Hot shit will and blister you boy

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

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

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

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

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' forty's the fountain of youth,
And when we done we're innocence,
in a sense, everything your mouth dispense don't necessarily pay the rent
Or the phone bills, you trade food for mic skills,
But if you could I'd be eating lovely, me.