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Fuckin' with a like myself your lyrics fail
Laverne's gear shows your so unless the hoe's butt naked
You're a loser, decrepit, shoulda kept it to lonesome
But you like, look everybody, I'm a silly crumb
You oughta turn to me, I flaunt vocally
team all university while your squad is benchin' locally
Don't mention joke to me, dem niggaz ain't atomic
Ain't the comic niggaz gutsy, the disembowelin'

fuck around, I eat out with your shorty with the crew
And she be late for head, she want a tape and
And of you, a little stinger
My shit'll bring the of bitterly jealous
Forever living crazy minded trying to us
How you do it on the power-U, simple shit'll get props
Don't let me bring it God I swing it like little kid bops
So front I keep the vexin', but to the heads
Stay pleasant to the ears just of Lauryn Hill on phone sexin'

Relentless poetic never ceases infinity
Forever the mic lyric contact I be open
Naturally high and no need to the Dutchie
I'm the living circle circle dot dot, nobody can me
At my post, the most exalted, mind blower
I rap it it's strictly, I can't believe he just said that shit
Material crews, who can't think straight
My flows your head, I enjoy the aerial view

from the bird's eye, in my scenario, of dominance
Filth eatin' weaklings, bum rushin' like dirty communists
Raisin', my Iron Curtain revealin' my the gospel
No or giant serpents, the enlightened apostle
J-Treds, I heads like tennis players top seeded
Not meanin' to a racket, or front the menace
My speak for themselves, so feel me
on the mic I've got more presence
Than attendance in a class of schizophrenics, hear

to that pick up raps, intoxicating
Got your my living proof, mixture of speech and wine
To' up from just the flow but pass the it's over
Henny dead even when I get open like Venetian blinds
Company Flow, the fire in which you burn
I remain
J-Treds, Juggaknotz, to touch the you ought not
I remain

Check check check check check

I the Don Digital, slash, morph
Alongside poor terrible surgeons, who blur comic
And wonder how to get bent, flaming Malatov shit
Unstoppable object hits unmovable wall and split
This rogue cherub got his own twisted agenda, catch
Walkin' on flat lines, you witness me grow way beyond corporate
Let them eat cake, 'cause I introduce as a mistake
Slipped through the quills a serrated barb stabbed, sharp in the gut

Now we can all Lord of the Flies
When this industry sees demise
Hold it up and try to destruct you get zapped dead eyes
The five factions gigantic the fuck up and get
The group hugs you received your support group
protect you from the bum rush

I'm known to arsenic mickies in talk soup then reform
an unprecedented fierceness, display these powers of storm
I wasn't born in a manger but I still received gifts
listed they're Big Juss, Mr. Len, and I
See the creatures scurry, I the killer, caution
Try to off of the pile but you choked on my motherfuckin' portion
Spade within' my excrement parody
insanity is my clarity, not to mention convention
Is a great war weapon, disguised under the of institutionalism
But prison, the bad batch of jism

Who stands, who falls, this is the one the DJ calls lick the ass
On the wack I keep tabs like Leary and or Ascap
The lung is non rustable, you're overrated
As in smoking or sonic contracts
That haven't been thoroughly
Got my up in your mouth like cock or gingivitis
When every becomes the official
New blueprint for

Catch a smack to the face on
Even I say nothing it's a beautiful use of negative space
Indelibles is invincible, El-P forget the fuckin' name
Come on Colombo I know you figured shit out
Nobody the same

It me great pleasure when true elements get together
And lace the track enough to withstand, any type of weather
If you it I got it, chemically hemming up the seams
With a type of a mixture that be, fatal if you sniff it
These, stupid pop the microdots
Then lean into the religion
Watch styles straight box you up
with clean concise thoughts, penetrating patterns
Not beyond your comprehension but ejected wide the barrel

Yo, catch the rarest glimpses of the planet known as Earth
That gravitated, before inner violence heated it up, it burnt
It be these two style slide niggaz who will off any beat you push
Cell therapy down goodie mob and special Ed's the bush
It's this, for the niggaz who got caught sleepin' and didn't know
It be these four actors crazy kings, to revolve around CoFlow
at you in a blazing orange hunting vest thirty yard night scope
First day of deer hunting, you got scoped out the foreign Juss
Not the type of nigga to steal any scene too son
I might lace you, leave the EP evidence and then I'm