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

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

Relentless poetic rhyme ceases infinity
Forever smokin' the mic lyric I be open
Naturally and no need to pass the Dutchie
I'm the living circle dot dot, nobody can touch me
At my post, the high exalted, mind blower
When I rap it it's strictly, I can't believe he just said that
crews, who can't think straight sober
My flows over head, I enjoy the aerial view

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

Drink to pick up raps, intoxicating
Got your craving my living proof, of speech and wine
To' up from just the flow but pass the it's over
Henny dead even when twisted I get open Venetian blinds
Company Flow, the in which you burn slow
I indelible
J-Treds, Juggaknotz, to touch the flame you not
I indelible

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

Now we can all become Lord of the
When this industry it's demise
it up and try to destruct you get zapped with dead eyes
The five gigantic the fuck up and get touched
The group hugs you from your support group
Can't protect you the bum rush

I'm known to arsenic mickies in talk soup then reform
With an fierceness, display these powers of storm
I wasn't born in a but I still received three gifts
Alphabetically they're Big Juss, Mr. Len, and I
See the field scurry, I the killer, caution
Try to merk off of the pile but you choked on my motherfuckin'
within' my excrement bitch parody
Your insanity is my clarity, not to convention
Is a great war weapon, disguised the guise of institutionalism
But still prison, the bad batch of

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

Catch a smack to the face on
Even when I say nothing a beautiful use of negative space
Indelibles is invincible, El-P don't the fuckin' name
on Colombo I know you figured this shit out
Nobody sounds the

It gives me great pleasure when true elements get
And lace the track rough enough to withstand, any type of
If you want it I got it, chemically up the seams
a poly-epoxy type of a mixture that be, fatal if you sniff it
These, stupid ones pop the
lean into the sound's religion
Watch styles straight box you up
Coming with clean concise thoughts, patterns
Not your comprehension but ejected wide beyond the barrel

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