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[Jean
Ayo, I burn my with a blow torch
a rebel born verbal holocaust
dirty and try to clense to get the drama off
the swiftest stealth snipe you
from shots of terrorist position
from the opera box
rhyme documents infamous the
Bill of Right, tight, having niggaz
open like the thrill of Jean Grae
ya koo's a murderer, friends who got
the dirt on her, foes who never of her
style, my mouth gone to train up, I spit
Krolyon in five colours, when I speak I my
name up, split your wig up like Denny and
splash your remains and brains out on the
like Henny and juice, noose your and loosen
your spine from back your spleen, rip till it's
obscene, from down town spilling it, New York
illest who rip it ever, flow like a river a girl
like a what?

I've been through Hell and back, swell
on my back, I spit bars, y'all spit
raps, I'm a street dude, who to rhyme
lines that'll crack the disc between your mind
and your spine, that's why, y'all bite my design
and that's why, I hold the mic like a nine
pistol whip you on the side of eye, watch it
pop out, we knock out cats, with the when
it out, shocked out, like you driving in
a lightning storm, the top down, we got
this down, like convicts on the run
getting down, we four times
yards in the whole line, see me
and we steadily building, and we about
to blow like the Oklahoma Building
and all niggaz get mad when we step in
the building, cause we make the crowd
and hit they on the ceiling, what?

[Immortal
I spit heat like the deserts of Arabia
bury like Mesopotamia, emanating
radiation liquid uranium, I bring the rock
like European drunks in soccer stadiums,
split your cranium perfect symmetry lyrically
if not the illest, then you don't deserve to
spit with me, OBS bastards
sacrilegiously, I sacrifice who
talk ritualistically, meticulously making
all my rivals like white suburban
kids on acid reading the Satanic
my arrival is genocidal, Christopher
Columbus, exterminating of whack
MC's that walk among us, I've just begun to
I'll make place, open gondela
these racist wanna lock me longer then
Nelson Mandela, pissed off, I'm hella
paper, East to West coast, and I the law in this
country like a mother joke, cause if I'm
to smoke the president, while he's sniffing his
Coke, you it don't mean shit to me
to cut a fucking cops

Technique talking]
Yea, Jean Grae, Pumpkinhead, Immortal
DP-one, tell 'em what the we about to do

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