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Travis been known to lyrical backflips on tracks with skate kicks
Osiris had the flyest but I'm all Axion, Verbal 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 something uglier than
The of Sha-nae-nae and Patrick Ewing havin' a baby
(Damn Travis you crazy) Nah a little misunderstood
I got the planet in confusion, for the simple my vocabulary lacks the word losin'
are placed across the bodies of any challengers
I'll leave my then disappear like J.D. Salinger,
As emcee's continue scuffin' their knees,
Suckin' the dicks of A&R's to get their platinum chains and cars,
I'ma on doin' my thing,
Broke as Macy Gray be with a regular voice trying to sing,
Who wanna bring it to these Crab affiliates,
Act silly and you'll get split down the like a Philly gets,
I've had of all these silent menaces,
I'm for peace but get quickly deceased with violent sentences,
The only witnesses will be later to come identify the dental records of a kid offended mine,
you ain't a friend of mine so I suggest you me Mr. McCoy
Hot will burn and blister you boy

We through tape decks and prisma colored markers,
Invade your space like feathers from parka's,
We legends in our own 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 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 lovely, believe me.

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

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

Who start it us, rip a part it like us,
who you know jump on the stage and get retarded us?
Who start it like us, rip a it like us,
who you know jump on the stage and get 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 part it us,
who you know jump on the and get retarded like us?
GCH will it happen regardless of the element,
From breakdancing, beats, graffiti shit, to rappin',
Who got your mama's clappin'?
Zappin' cats like the third rail, these soundin' sweet over stale ass beats,
Come on get serious, you're making me with these lame clich's and whack hooks
Oh you ain't feelin' me? I'll beat you to with black books,
Now that I got your undivided, you got a You better hide it,
I'm creepin' six deep with seven swords of drunk
With eye patches, no teeth and eye lashes,
so they don't and stay dodgin' car crashes,
I'll smash your pride a star that just got his fame stolen,
Bash you with a mic so hard I'll your name swollen,
Cut to the I'll just get to the point first, cause frankly
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 space feathers from down parka's,
We in our own times and every rhyme is living proof,
We drinkin' forty's the fountain of youth,
And when we done pissin' innocence,
Cause in a sense, your mouth 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 lovely, believe me.