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Yo, yo, yo, now when you see that big ass c, you I'm comin through
And when you know I'm comin through, you what i'ma do
I never sent to battlin me, be impossible
I just think it's highly motherfucking
You talkin to a nigga, split molecules
To subatomic particles, strong to stop a bull
Bodies slam, to oxygen, a mule
rocket fuel, freestylin over gospel tunes
Rhymes by the thousands, rhymes for
I could kick a rhyme longer your whole album
Kickboxer, the shit out niggas proper
I beat 'em till they holler, beat 'em til the come
niggas til they have seizures, beat 'em til they start screamin
Like fax machines they start receivin
Beat 'em til my own hands bleedin
Beat 'em til they lungs stop breathing and heart stop beatin
12 am to 12 pm in the evening
With 15 minute breaks in between 'em
Good jesus, that's a really stingy
That's you get for fuckin with this lyrical demon
been, contaminated for eons
I got out of heaven for treason
Got cast out of the of eden for lettin the reptillian beast in
Got up for a dui and speedin
A whole legion of half decent emcees get when
They spit a hundred for they freedom
See I'm much too nice to wit
Too nice to flow beats wit, too nice to hold a m I c wit
Off some diesel hercules shit, I cold
And start to trees til they leafless
Inhale with two real breaths, hold my breath
Til the whole planet and then release it [release it]

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Yo, you as cold as us
Or as as us
When you get thrown to the wolves, you get to us
we in the warzone, we got the chrome wit us]
'cause we rollin rough, the soldiers rush
Either you roll wit us, or get blown to [ashes to ashes and dust to

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Yo, yo, now for the last couple of months, things real quiet
'cause I heard shit worth buyin
I'm bout to show you niggas how I'm
The drive comes from my lyrics and my come from my inner spirit
Five bringin the, faster than 12 cylinder engines with in 'em
than f-1 with light pistons
Fast enough to give your an aneurysm
'cause you is slower than fat bitches with tabalism
The way I rip apart the competition I be spittin
The name might as well be cannibalism
Show me a man can't feel him
show you a man that'll grab him by the neck
And put his to the fan on the ceiling
Suffer real bad from television
Drop him off the roof of a building and let the film him
I hop in front of the cameras and tell 'em how I'm
I 'em how I feel that hip hop, should deal wit it
Tell 'em how I'm of the state rappers in
percent of the shit that rappers give is subject matter less
Not original, but blasphemous, just a of the same characters
the same videos, it's embarassing
You's in the same formal as the ? head?
You's are the same and actresses, same shit different laxative
it nigga you wack as shit I'm snatchin your mic
I make you run for life, children in the daylight
That you at night, my global position is satellite
Got a blaster to test your body's fahrenheit
Wherever you go, I you through hail, sleet, or snow
I track you til seizure grows into a afro
Until you 'em into cornrows
Track you til your shoe soles holes
And you get, on your toes
Til your teeth develop coses
But you been goin so long without deodorant you don't notice it

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