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And what, rappers wanna 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 prostitutes sweating in hot Load the spot better, than you will in your life kill and get trife, go ahead i'm just gone chill with your wife The one that'll get you in a cyph and flex style So the next child that try to front then, I'ma pull your That been, hidden for years, and when i came Mics burn when i flame, forever with my name high pain like migraine headaches and all You got the nerve to stand before me, you were bald Must be pathetic to brawl, with a M.C. lord, holding a 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 master Buck nine plus tax to the max, corrision shample Atista Gamble, don't tangle with to handle Beats lyrical warfare up the river your tackle Gotta a neon shadow, but still confusing a pharoah ????split through travels i
Now has led you would have it, my grab habit Excels over the plab attics, have 'em (dag nam it) They pissed off, like missing the They plans are foiled, there wrapped in tin paper like skin scrapper, the top kid i'll take ya I'm nice, so think twice, before you hold the device Lyrics are precise, had you blind like three mice Me shise, must of had me mistaken for the wrong That cut short, I'm the one with the long cord and the track one i smack one rhyme at a time like acting up like the fight in a club, heads is backing up In the meantime, your filth club, filled with clean rhyme Gleam sheam 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 broken trust Who the bottle cap and seal 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 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 mulitiplied by cinco, you blink bro Now catch your career down the sink yo My hits rock you dicks so run and get cops I rip shops and hot fat like hitchcock Outta space i roll spock, lyrically kill herbs, When i spill verbs, actors like speilberg, Run with ill hearse (son the arsonists) hit me off yo I slice and melt icebergs in the north pole You soft so, really awful, i rock the flow You need magic like Orlando, or must be rambo, by commando Tell your whole crew, i told you i those too Make you vocal, i'm express you local, and sick, you saw my click Your chances are it and straws and sticks