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

Don't fuck around, I eat out with your shorty 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
Forever crazy minded trying to tell us
How you do it on the power-U, it's simple get props
Don't let me bring it God I swing it like little kid bops
So I keep the tone vexin', but to the heads
Stay pleasant to the ears just think of Hill on phone sexin'

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

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

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

Check check check check check

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

Now we can all Lord of the Flies
this industry sees it's demise
Hold it up and try to destruct you get with dead eyes
The factions gigantic the fuck up and get touched
The group you received from your support group
Can't you from the bum rush

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

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

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

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

Yo, catch the rarest glimpses of the planet known as Earth
gravitated, before inner violence heated it up, then it burnt
It be two style slide niggaz who will rock off any beat you push
Cell therapy south goodie mob and special Ed's 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 orange vest thirty yard night scope
First day of hunting, you got scoped out like the foreign Juss
Not the type of to steal any scene too long son
I might lace you, the EP evidence and then I'm gone