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Yes
Every day somebody ask me all the real MC's is at?
underground
There's mad talented cats underground with raw shit
Bringin them raw skills
YaknowwhatI'm
Really, to me

It's a Small Wonder, like Vicki, why I'm
These niggas suck like
And still get to slip they shit in like
I'm sick of the hater-players, on the regulators
With the flavors like a farm team with the majors
Like a river how I run through it, I do it so
up your bodily fluids, your style is old
You runnin your mouth, but really know what you be talkin about
You should retire, get that watch, be out!
Yo, with the quickness, so swift you miss this lyrical
Now get this, these emcees test me like litmus, bear witness
I'm like shot clocks, cops, and blood clots
My point is, your flow stoped!
By all means, you more practice, take that ass home
lookin at you, fish tank syndrome
In full effect, I stay lyrical rep
And it blacker than the back of your neck
What you expect, emcees
Cause we developin the
Gettin like stone love tapes and dollar vans
reverse your universe so your demise is first
Before your rise it worse
You need a night like Gregory
me - stop it hurts! - is what you say to me
Like that's to mean somethin?
You the one I frontin in the club
act I don't buy it, I got the dub
Come on everybody, come on just your love

Visions occupy my synaptic
Command and shape, to my mind's landscape
The grass, the low plains, the mountanous ridges
Thickets among the forests, beneath the bridges
Presence of hilltops, lit up tree tops
Eavesdrop; and the incline of sunshine, nine
Stones in orbit, refuse to
They all form a cipher, and they to absorb it
I follow suit, and face it, it
Shinin bright, but I'm careful not to waste it
to rise, because I'm basement adjacent
Spirit is so just chill and be patient
Some heads approach like I'm the one to base
Clowns to scream and shout but don't say shh...
I ain't your so I ain't to be tested
I'm majestic, I represent my strength effort
My, is unorthodox, but of course it rocks
My synopsis will drop kick, my topics
Run the gauntlets and galvanize the
I must represent, I don't come off no corniness
It's all luminary, commentary
people say, Mos how you get so?
My sign will you jump around like calypso
And, to yourself like a schizo
ain't no bottom on the ???

on
Here we go, Blackstar, hop on the Blackstar
We bout to take y'all
YaknowwhatImean? we go

We got all markets on
meat to stock
Black Star, what? Throwin Kid Rock in bars
Men flock to we are, cause its the place to be
I grab my paint, on stage and deface emcees
We sell our souls Spawn and come for the throne I sit upon
or written songs, shit we can get it on!
Going back and forth, and back, all across the track
the mic's like quarterbacks
Of its phat, get off of that!
Reverse psychology got em scared to say shit is whack
Out of of being called a hater, imagine that!
We ain't that reachin past the star status that you grabbin at
My battle raps blast ass back to your natural habitat
So floss, cause it costs ain't worth it to me
Cause I'm the one these Spice Girl Wannabe
But can't, ain't no points for effort, so why bother?
Cause your girl calls my name out Clarence Carter
Carter, Clarence Carter!
(I be strokin, what I be doin)
Aiyyo, as we rock
And always drop the bona-fide nodders
Aiyyo, for the hater-players
Yo-yo, yo-yo, later for hater-players

keeps shining