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Fuckin' with a nigga like myself your lyrics Laverne's gear shows your record so unless the hoe's butt You're a loser, decrepit, shoulda kept it to lonesome But you like, look everybody, I'm a microphone crumb You turn to me, I flaunt essential vocally First team all university while your is benchin' locally Don't mention joke to me, aiyyo dem niggaz atomic the comic niggaz gutsy, after the disembowelin'
Don't fuck around, I eat out with shorty with the crew And she be late for head, she want a tape and And thought of you, a little My shit'll bring the epitome of jealous Forever crazy minded trying to tell us How you do it on the power-U, simple shit'll get props Don't let me it God I swing it hard like little kid bops So I keep the tone vexin', but to the heads Stay pleasant to the ears just think of Lauryn Hill on sexin'
Relentless poetic rhyme ceases infinity Forever smokin' the mic lyric contact I be high and no need to pass the Dutchie I'm the living circle circle dot dot, can touch me At my post, the most exalted, mind blower When I rap it it's strictly, I can't he just said that shit Material crews, who can't straight sober My flows over your head, I enjoy the aerial
Focus the bird's eye, in my scenario, of dominance Filth eatin' weaklings, we're bum rushin' like dirty Raisin', my Iron revealin' my words the gospel No apples or serpents, the enlightened apostle J-Treds, I lace heads like tennis top seeded Not meanin' to a racket, or front the menace My speak for themselves, so feel me 'Cause on the mic I've got presence attendance in a class of schizophrenics, hear hear
Drink to that pick up raps, Got your craving my living proof, of speech and wine To' up from the flow but pass the liquor it's over Henny dead even when twisted I get like Venetian blinds Company Flow, the in which you burn slow I remain J-Treds, Juggaknotz, to touch the you ought not I remain
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I the Don Digital, slash, piranha poor terrible surgeons, who blur comic perspectives And wonder how to get bent, that flaming Malatov Unstoppable hits unmovable wall and space split rogue cherub got his own twisted agenda, catch that Walkin' on flat lines, you witness me way beyond corporate control Let them eat cake, 'cause I myself as a mistake Slipped through the quills with a serrated stabbed, sharp in the gut
Now we can all become of the Flies When this industry it's demise Hold it up and try to destruct you get with dead eyes The five factions the fuck up and get touched The hugs you received from your support group Can't protect you the bum rush
I'm known to slip arsenic mickies in talk then reform With an unprecedented fierceness, display these of storm I born in a manger but I still received three gifts listed they're Big Juss, Mr. Len, and I See the creatures scurry, I the killer, caution Try to merk off of the but you choked on my motherfuckin' portion Spade within' my bitch parody Your insanity is my clarity, not to mention Is a great war weapon, disguised the guise of institutionalism But prison, the bad batch of jism
Who stands, who falls, this is the one the DJ lick the ass crack On the wack I keep tabs Timothy Leary and or Ascap The iron is non rustable, you're overrated As in smoking dust or sonic That haven't been debated Got my name up in your mouth like or gingivitis every rhyme becomes the official New blueprint for
Catch a smack to the on principle when I say nothing it's a beautiful use of negative space Indelibles is invincible, El-P forget the fuckin' name Come on I know you figured this shit out Nobody sounds the
It gives me great pleasure when true elements get And lace the rough enough to withstand, any type of weather If you want it I got it, hemming up the seams With a poly-epoxy type of a that be, fatal if you sniff it These, ones pop the microdots Then lean into the religion Watch these straight box you up Coming with clean thoughts, penetrating patterns Not beyond comprehension but ejected wide beyond the barrel
Yo, catch the rarest of the planet once known as Earth That gravitated, inner violence heated it up, then it burnt It be these two style slide niggaz who will off any beat you push Cell therapy down south goodie mob and special the bush It's like this, for the niggaz who got caught sleepin' and know It be these four actors crazy kings, worlds to revolve around Coming at you in a blazing hunting vest thirty yard night scope First day of deer hunting, you got out like the foreign Juss Not the type of nigga to any scene too long son I might lace you, leave the EP and then I'm gone