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Style like somethin' the microphone would spark of reminiscing, of how it used to go down in the parks Equipment ropped off, you can hear the vagas echo for and breath Bass the asphalt
Thunder vibration shake like a tremble from a and O.C. a classic in the making, make thoughts My form words Hot in my mouth like a joust, no
Some a phenomenon, mic technician, the mic down the middle like an El Producto And throughout the resin, then asapoltin' shit to gather a rhyme, make rap a stared son
The way I do this, switch up the So smooth you persuie it I'm raw underground sewage you This shit for
Well I'm back, never was What I right, be tighter pin stripes Born by mob boss, my flause in on the mic Keep it tight, with out a fight is raw, it's right
I know hot, we hot too You to throw down, we ready to have a party So if ya ready to have a party, some noise
Any mic I hold it in the grip of my I it over the crowd Dictatin' shit Genghis Khan Nonchalantly the flow like drug traffic schoolin'
Bringin' samatics to this rap Bonafied, mic set you see me on it Master the art, so now I flaunt it Born to live, a life and die until
I'mma keep on the slick rhymes with the pen Take the cherry from a tree, like a havin' innocence Bust my nuts, bringin' to live like Genesis But critical renaissance in there's a flautless
Tearin' shit up it comes to me pickin' up a cordless One of New York's finest, on this trip I co-incide with B Bringin' out the best in me, we like a recipe What I implore, will show nuff my presence Then I'm divine the seven Keepin' it 'cuz what safice is raw nigga, it's only right
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Microphone's I down, slap crowns, push 'em out of bounds ya crowd, as I lay my third verse down Because, this is I want, to gain control of that position It's only right, that I follow through
Be warning me, homicide rhymes or mad To get flass or pencil hurt, me down Contents flex text expert, my born date 5/13/71 a stick bin, injection
Inside ya blood stream, digest I manifest O.C., you by me, others are mediocre like I slam the earth like a meteor 'Cuz I'mma take mine, leavin' you down in the puddle
Blow up a shuttle, when I give you my rebuttle Frame of mind, state lines Await the taste, me like fine wines Avidian For those who wanna select cyphers to cyphers
Straight up, I rhyme for niggas I prove myself, for years on the mic On level of being What's the B It's only right
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