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And what, rappers bring it to me Oh, you the M.C. (so so so so so) And what, we known to blow up the spot burning, blazing hot
Why would you wanna a guy like me, if you not clever (come on) Dirtier prostitutes sweating in hot weather Load the spot better, than you ever in your life Wanna kill and get trife, go ahead i'm just gone chill 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 x-files That been, for years, and released when i came burn when i flame, forever remain with my name Deliver high like migraine headaches and all You got the nerve to before me, pretend you were bald 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 to battle ???? Who are you to hassle, the epidemy of master forty nine plus tax to the max, corrision shample Atista Gamble, don't with hard to handle Beats lyrical warfare up the paddle your tackle Gotta a neon shadow, but still confusing a pharoah ????split travels i unravel
Now has led you would have it, my microphone grab Excels the plab attics, have 'em like (dag nam it) They pissed off, missing the toilet They plans are foiled, like there wrapped in tin Burned like skin scrapper, the top kid take ya I'm nice, so think twice, before you hold the device Lyrics shot are precise, had you like three mice Me shise, must of had me mistaken for the wrong kids cut short, I'm the one with the long cord and the track one i smack one at a time like kids acting up Wild like the in a club, heads is backing up In the meantime, disinfect your filth club, filled with rhyme Gleam sheam shine, take you ass home to better dream mine Be out of from sundown, this 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 liter bottle Rap and let it go Off officers in brooklyn better go strap...
knock me 'cause you can't rock me Lyrically i'm cocky, you sloppy, to me as copy Malaki, of your style, i make a mockery of, 'cause you You should specialize in like kinkos Don't ass think yo, you beat me (hahahahaha) i think so Not even mulitiplied by cinco, you bro Now catch career going down the sink yo My hits rock you dicks nots so run and get I rip and flip hot fat like hitchcock Outta i roll with spock, lyrically kill herbs, When i spill verbs, actors like 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 be rambo, multiplied by commando Tell your whole crew, i told you i those too you vocal, i'm express you local, call and sick, you saw my click Your chances are steal it and straws and