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