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Travis been known to spit lyrical on tracks with skate kicks
Osiris had the flyest but I'm all about Axion, Verbal
I Crooked 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 and replace it with something 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 my vocabulary lacks the word losin'
Contusions are placed the bodies of any challengers
I'll leave my mark then like J.D. Salinger,
As whack emcee's scuffin' their knees,
Suckin' the dicks of A&R's just to get their platinum and cars,
I'ma on doin' my thing,
Broke as Macy Gray would be with a regular trying to sing,
Who bring it to these Crab Apple affiliates,
Act silly and you'll get split down the middle like a gets,
I've had enough of all these menaces,
I'm for peace but you'll get quickly with violent sentences,
The only witnesses will be later notified to come identify the dental records of a kid mine,
you ain't a friend of mine so I you call me Mr. McCoy
Hot shit will burn and you boy

We manifest tape decks and prisma colored markers,
Invade space like feathers from down parka's,
We in our own times and every rhyme is living proof,
We drinkin' forty's from the 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 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 cold (SHHH),
I'm sicker than that, and plus you always suck (YECK) quicker that,
And H20 aqua we be thicker that, and if at
Anytime 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 speak soft, and quick to front hard like Charles Bronson,
out Brooklyn, knowin' that they from Wisconsin,
That's why I'm always concentratin' I'm puffin' cheeba,
We down New York State and the city of Geneva,
G-Town's my residence that's I stack my dead presidents,
And in my mind it ain't no time for irrelevance, on now
I thought you knew better, my rhymes are nines and my mouth's a lyrical
But better...YET...I make you like Keith,
And your whole crew fallin' out like rotten teeth.

We manifest through tape decks and prisma markers,
Invade your space like from down parka's,
We legends in our own times and rhyme is living proof,
We drinkin' from the fountain of youth,
And we done we're pissin' 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.

Who it like us, rip a part it like us,
who you know jump on the and get retarded 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 part it us,
who you know on the stage and get retarded like us?
Who start it like us, rip a part it us,
who you jump on the stage and get retarded like us?
GCH make it happen regardless of the element,
From breakdancing, beats, shit, to straight rappin',
Who got your mama's hands
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 clich's and hooks
Oh you feelin' 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 seven swords of 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, frankly
You're shit is worse than Fred best verse,
AND(AND)IT'S(IT'S)LIKE(LIKE)THAT(THAT)

We manifest tape decks 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' forty's 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 can't trade for mic skills,
But if you could I'd be eating lovely, me.