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[John
The cat whose style is right
I can be mistaken for the smooth and silent
My violence tight like it was vampire's teeth
I'm hammerin chief, opponents with beef, put to sleep
My radical brain, will run your terrain, I'm comin
simple and plain, you're hurtin, there's no numbin the pain
Warpin your frame to convex with ill
Still flex, kill specs on cassette
Mic checks, and tight reps, collect all live
see how bright the lights get
The illest attack, I fight artillery Jack
And physically smack verbally humble
You stumble and fumble, so I posession
Music moves in cycles, natural
Thugonomics lesson is taught records are bought
Analyzed for lies and fillers,
Gorillas make if the market's correct
All you need is a hook, and a to collect
Lack but respect MC's before me
Don't blast the back heat but the streets, ignore me
Hands nice, I rock your wigpiece, leave your hard rep
Just like when left the Big East..

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Bust
know my steez, yo we raisin the bar
Assassinate the
Y'all my steez, Trademark and John Cena
Assassinate the
know my steez, yo we raisin the bar
Assassinate the
Y'all know my steez, Trademark and John
Assassinate the

I calculate the hi-hat, the bassline
The slideback, the decides that, Trademark
designed raps divine contact
The synpase to climb a error/era, define clever
We find Trademark's photo ID the letters
Your rhymes are general played, blank
eyes was blinded by the signs of federal banks
You your focus of function
back when MC's used to spit and say (shit) that meant somethin
The remained clean
Then the industry became the same dream
And I leaned back the scene
Mappin out the warfare schemes
To through the streets lethal, to meet you
Delete too, restrictions
Cause labels candy-ass rappers so the populars can listen
Not the caste
The talented cats that lost they status
Real end up gratis tracks on mixtapes that never sell
Cause executives and schemes
Designed rims, hoes and music, and bed in
I know the veterans can tell, I see through the
Mainstream is timid
I hard beats, basslines, and lyrics that's vivid
A voice it, tellin me real rap is comin back and boy it's livid
I want it, I it, I live it
I cornered the scene and I bring
You ain't worth weight, never mind the cost of post-production
of Trademark, the poet laureate
Through the duction of
Rhyme forever, but out the 7 iller proud to beat in

- repeat to fade