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Fuckin' with a nigga like myself your lyrics
Laverne's gear shows your record so unless the butt naked
You're a loser, decrepit, shoulda it to your lonesome
But you like, look everybody, I'm a silly crumb
You oughta turn to me, I essential vocally
team all university while your squad is benchin' locally
Don't joke to me, aiyyo dem niggaz 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 want a and dreads
And thought of you, a little
My bring the epitome of bitterly jealous
Forever living minded trying to tell us
How you do it on the power-U, it's shit'll 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 ears just of Lauryn Hill on phone sexin'

Relentless rhyme never ceases infinity
Forever the mic lyric contact I be open
high 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 he just said that shit
crews, who can't think straight sober
My flows over head, I enjoy the aerial view

Focus the bird's eye, in my scenario, of dominance
Filth eatin' weaklings, we're bum rushin' dirty communists
Raisin', my Iron Curtain revealin' my words the
No or giant serpents, the enlightened apostle
J-Treds, I heads 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 I've got more
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 just the flow but pass the it's over
Henny dead even when twisted I get open like Venetian
Flow, the fire in which you burn slow
I remain
J-Treds, Juggaknotz, to touch the you ought not
I remain

Check check check check check

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

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

I'm known to slip arsenic mickies in soup then reform
an unprecedented fierceness, display these powers of storm
I wasn't born in a but I still received three gifts
listed they're Big Juss, Mr. Len, and I
See the field creatures scurry, I the killer,
Try to merk off of the pile but you on my motherfuckin' portion
Spade within' my excrement parody
Your is my clarity, not to mention convention
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 calls the ass crack
On the wack I keep tabs like Timothy and or Ascap
The lung is non rustable, you're overrated
As in smoking dust or sonic
haven't been thoroughly debated
Got my up in your mouth like cock or gingivitis
every rhyme becomes the official
New for wannabewriters

Catch a to the face on principle
Even when I say nothing it's a use of negative space
Indelibles is invincible, El-P don't the fuckin' name
Come on Colombo I know you figured shit out
Nobody the same

It gives me great pleasure true elements get together
And lace the track rough 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
lean into the sound's religion
Watch these styles box you up
Coming with concise thoughts, penetrating patterns
Not beyond your but ejected wide beyond the barrel

Yo, catch the glimpses of the planet once known as Earth
gravitated, before 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 and didn't know
It be these four crazy kings, worlds to revolve around CoFlow
Coming at you in a blazing hunting vest thirty yard night scope
First day of deer hunting, you got scoped out like the Juss
Not the type of nigga to steal any scene too son
I might lace you, the EP evidence and then I'm gone