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

We manifest through tape and prisma colored markers,
Invade your like feathers from down parka's,
We legends in our own times and every rhyme is proof,
We forty's from 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.

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

We manifest through 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' forty's from the of youth,
And when we done we're innocence,
Cause in a sense, everything your mouth dispense don't pay the rent
Or the phone bills, you can't food for mic skills,
But if you could I'd be lovely, believe me.

Who start it us, rip a part it like us,
who you know jump on the stage and get like us?
Who start it us, rip a part it like us,
who you jump on the stage 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 on the stage and get retarded like us?
GCH will it happen regardless of the element,
From breakdancing, beats, graffiti shit, to rappin',
Who got mama's hands clappin'?
Zappin' cats like the third rail, these rappers sweet over stale ass beats,
Come on get serious, making me furious with these lame clich's and whack hooks
Oh you ain't feelin' me? I'll beat you to death 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 don't sleep and stay dodgin' car crashes,
I'll smash your like a star that just got his fame stolen,
you with a mic so hard I'll leave your name swollen,
Cut to the I'll just get to the point first, cause frankly
You're is worse than Fred Durst's best verse,
AND(AND)IT'S(IT'S)LIKE(LIKE)THAT(THAT)

We manifest through tape decks and colored markers,
Invade space like feathers from 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 your mouth don't necessarily pay the rent
Or the phone bills, you trade food for mic skills,
But if you I'd be eating lovely, believe me.