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Cowabunga, I'm takin' MC's under
You can't see me like Stevie
full blown roulette style on the microphone
Throwin' your like a cyclone

And raps get the gun claps
A whack on the ground of the with my ill skill raps
I'ma me a crazy motherfucker tonight
out the light nocturnal to the night, word 'em up

Tech your sight and put you in
And all you wanna fight 'cause my is mad tight, aight
Yo, E this might be my last album son, no
'Cause trying to play us like crumbs nobodies

I'm a around and murder everybody
And get buck wild with the shottie
You couldn't see me if you weighed 500 karats
'Cause I'm

Ooh, I might my cool
Ooh, I might lose my
Ooh, I might lose my
Ooh, I lose my cool

I'm the dirtiest, stinkiest part of Long Island
But in corner of the world, my style be whiling
And I'm dead serious even though I may be
I'm the cantagonizing character in back of the hoodie

Coming to get you for goodies
So if your 2-2-4-5 technozzels, think y'all can
But Keith Murray ain't losing no
I'll man handle and dismantle your mandle down to thorax
On wax a bloody axe

But on the for the real, the real I build on Capital Hill
And ill 'cause of
Breakin' shit up with like a Count Crackula
In fact the is compound fractures
For every action a reaction

Ooh, I might my cool
Ooh, I lose my cool
Ooh, I lose my cool
Ooh, I might lose my

We are the world, I'm and bakin' and takin'
Niggas to swirls and twirls
I'm runnin' off the ball like Earl and Pearl
This is a basic general situation
Can't nobody see me in God's

I steps it up inspiring expectation
And funk illustrations, you can justifications
Perhaps you would like me to the biscuit callap
And make lungs collapse

You represent, he represent, I
The sick bizarre twist is that I torment in my
Kickin' brain myopic topics
Niggas be like, "Stop it, you got the illiotics",