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

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

I between the hi-hat, the bassline
The slideback, the scene decides that,
designed raps divine contact
The synpase to climb a syntax error/era, define
We find Trademark's photo ID the letters
Your are general played, minimal blank
Your eyes was blinded by the signs of banks
You lost your focus of
'Member back MC's used to spit and say (shit) that meant somethin
The mainstream clean
the corporate industry became the same dream
And I back below the scene
out the future warfare schemes
To sweep the streets lethal, to meet you
too, editorial restrictions
Cause labels need candy-ass so the populars can listen
Not the system
The last cats that lost they status
Real raps end up tracks on mixtapes that never sell
executives and marketing schemes
Designed rims, and music, and bed in jail
I know the veterans can tell, I see through the
Mainstream is timid
I want beats, basslines, and lyrics that's vivid
A voice within it, me real rap is comin back and boy it's livid
I it, I breathe it, I live it
I cornered the scene and I bring
You ain't worth your weight, never mind the of post-production
Introduction of Trademark, the laureate
Through the duction of
Rhyme forever, but born out the 7 iller to beat in

- repeat to fade