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

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

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Yo, yo, now for the last couple of months, things real quiet
I ain't heard shit worth buyin
I'm bout to show you niggas how I'm
The drive comes from my and my lyrics come from my inner spirit
Five bringin the, faster than 12 cylinder engines nitrogen in 'em
Faster f-1 with light pistons
Fast enough to give brain an aneurysm
'cause you niggas is slower than fat bitches with
The way I rip apart the when I be spittin
The canibus might as well be cannibalism
me a man that can't feel him
I'll show you a man that'll grab him by the
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 tell 'em how I that hip hop, should deal wit it
Tell 'em how I'm tired of the rappers in
Ninety percent of the shit that rappers give is subject matter
Not original, but blasphemous, a bunch of the same characters
Shootin the videos, it's embarassing
You's in the formal as the ? havel head?
You's are the same actors and actresses, same different laxative
Face it nigga you wack as shit I'm your mic
I make you run for life, children in the daylight
That track you at night, my global is satellite
Got a infrared blaster to test body's fahrenheit
Wherever you go, I track you through hail, sleet, or
I track you til seizure grows into a afro
Until you 'em into cornrows
Track you til shoe soles develop holes
And you get, corns on toes
Til your develop hollow coses
But you been goin so long deodorant you don't even notice it

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