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Travis been to spit lyrical backflips 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 deflate your ego
Manipulate face 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 fact my vocabulary lacks the word losin'
are placed across the bodies of any challengers
I'll my mark then disappear like J.D. Salinger,
As whack emcee's continue their knees,
Suckin' the of A&R's just to get their platinum chains and cars,
I'ma on doin' my thing,
Broke as Macy would be with a regular voice trying to sing,
Who wanna bring it to Crab Apple affiliates,
Act silly and you'll get split down the like 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 come identify the records of a kid offended mine,
you ain't a of mine so I suggest you call me Mr. McCoy
Hot shit will burn and you boy

We through tape decks and prisma colored markers,
Invade your space like feathers from parka's,
We in our own times and every rhyme is living proof,
We drinkin' from the fountain of youth,
And when we done pissin' 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 I'd be eating lovely, believe me.

McCoy be like the influenza, flow sick,
These other rappers on old common cold (SHHH),
I'm sicker than that, and plus you always suck (YECK) quicker that,
And H20 aqua we be than that, and if at
Anytime shit gets to hard to handle I'm out raw,
and all like Bruce Cambell,
Steppin' out the with an army of creeps,
ain't allowin' Travis to get no sleep,
Cause cat's speak soft, and quick to front like Charles Bronson,
Shoutin' out Brooklyn, knowin' they 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 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 lyrical
But better...YET...I make you like Keith,
And have your whole fallin' out like rotten teeth.

We through tape decks and prisma colored markers,
Invade your space like feathers down parka's,
We legends in our own times and rhyme is living proof,
We forty's 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 phone bills, you can't food for mic skills,
But if you could I'd be 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 it like us, rip a part 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 on the stage and get retarded like us?
Who it like us, rip a part it like us,
who you know jump on the stage and get retarded us?
GCH will make it happen of the element,
From breakdancing, beats, 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, making me furious with these lame clich's and whack hooks
Oh you ain't feelin' me? I'll you to death with black books,
Now that I got your undivided, you got a You better hide it,
I'm creepin' six deep with swords of drunk pirates
With eye patches, no teeth and 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 a mic so hard I'll leave your name swollen,
Cut to the chase just get to the point first, cause frankly
You're shit is worse than Fred Durst's verse,
AND(AND)IT'S(IT'S)LIKE(LIKE)THAT(THAT)

We manifest through decks and prisma 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 from the 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.