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And what, rappers bring it to me Oh, you the M.C. (so so so so so) And what, yeah we known to up the spot Pyromaniax burning, hot
Why would you wanna a guy like me, if you not clever (come on) Dirtier than sweating in hot weather Load the spot better, you ever will in your life Wanna kill and get trife, go i'm just gone chill with your wife The only one that'll get you in a cyph and flex So the next child that try to front then, pull your x-files That been, hidden for years, and when i came Mics burn when i flame, remain with my name Deliver high pain migraine headaches and all You got the nerve to stand before me, pretend you were Must be pathetic to brawl, a M.C. lord, holding a sword I'ma a human microphone and my the vocal cord
You's a fisher price king only eligible to ???? Who are you to hassle, the epidemy of master Buck forty plus tax to the max, corrision shample Atista Gamble, don't tangle with to handle Beats lyrical warfare up the river paddle tackle Gotta a shadow, but still confusing like a pharoah through travels i unravel
Now has led you would have it, my microphone habit Excels the plab attics, have 'em like (dag nam it) They off, like missing the toilet They plans are foiled, like wrapped in tin paper Burned like skin scrapper, the top kid i'll ya I'm type nice, so think twice, you hold the device shot are precise, had you blind like three mice Me shise, must of had me for the wrong stick That kids cut short, I'm the one with the long and the track one i smack one rhyme at a like kids acting up Wild the fight in a club, heads is backing up In the meantime, your filth club, filled with clean rhyme like sheam shine, take you ass home to better dream mine Be out of town from sundown, this block big enough for the both of us No chance of redemption broken trust Who tops the bottle cap and the whole three liter bottle Rap and let it go Off duty officers in better go strap...
Don't knock me 'cause you rock me Lyrically i'm cocky, you sloppy, refer to me as Malaki, of style, i make a mockery of, 'cause you choppy You should specialize in copies like ass think yo, you beat me (hahahahaha) i don't think so Not even by cinco, you blink bro Now catch your career going the sink yo My hits rock you nots so run and get cops I rip and flip hot fat like hitchcock Outta space i roll with spock, kill herbs, When i spill verbs, direct actors speilberg, Run ill hearse (son whose the arsonists) hit me off yo I slice and melt icebergs in the north pole You soft so, awful, i rock the grand flow You need magic like Orlando, or be rambo, multiplied by commando Tell whole crew, i told you i wreck those too you vocal, i'm express you local, call and sick, you saw my click Your are steal it and straws and sticks