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

Don't fuck around, I eat out with your shorty with the
And she be late for head, she want a and dreads
And of you, a little stinger
My shit'll bring the epitome of jealous
Forever living crazy minded 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 I keep the tone vexin', but to the heads
pleasant to the ears just think of Lauryn Hill on phone sexin'

Relentless rhyme never ceases infinity
Forever the mic lyric contact I be open
Naturally high and no need to pass the
I'm the living circle circle dot dot, can touch me
At my post, the most high exalted, 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 over your head, I enjoy the view

Focus from the bird's eye, in my scenario, of
Filth eatin' weaklings, we're bum like dirty communists
Raisin', my Iron Curtain my words the gospel
No or giant serpents, the enlightened apostle
J-Treds, I lace heads 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 presence
Than attendance in a of schizophrenics, hear hear

Drink to pick up raps, intoxicating
Got craving my living proof, mixture of speech and wine
To' up from just the flow but pass the liquor over
Henny dead even when twisted I get open like blinds
Company Flow, the fire in which you burn
I indelible
J-Treds, Juggaknotz, to the flame you ought not
I remain

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I the Don Digital, slash, morph
Alongside poor terrible surgeons, who blur perspectives
And wonder how to get bent, that flaming Malatov
Unstoppable object hits unmovable wall and space
This rogue cherub got his own twisted agenda, that
on flat lines, you witness me grow way beyond corporate control
Let eat cake, 'cause I introduce myself 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 it's demise
Hold it up and try to destruct you get with dead eyes
The five factions gigantic the up and get touched
The group hugs you received from support group
protect you from the bum rush

I'm known to slip arsenic mickies in talk then reform
With an unprecedented fierceness, display powers of storm
I wasn't born in a manger but I still received three
Alphabetically 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 choked on my portion
within' my excrement bitch parody
Your insanity is my clarity, not to convention
Is a great war weapon, under the guise of institutionalism
But prison, the bad batch of jism

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

Catch a to the face on principle
Even when I say nothing a beautiful use of negative space
Indelibles is invincible, El-P forget the fuckin' name
Come on Colombo I know you this shit out
Nobody sounds the

It gives me great pleasure true elements get together
And lace the track rough enough to withstand, any type of
If you want it I got it, chemically hemming up the
a poly-epoxy type of a mixture that be, fatal if you sniff it
These, ones pop the microdots
Then into the sound's religion
Watch these styles box you up
Coming with concise thoughts, penetrating patterns
Not beyond your comprehension but 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 these two style slide niggaz who will rock off any beat you
Cell therapy south goodie mob and special Ed's the bush
It's like this, for the niggaz who got caught sleepin' and didn't
It be these four crazy kings, worlds to revolve around CoFlow
at you in a blazing orange hunting vest thirty yard night scope
First day of hunting, you got scoped out like the foreign Juss
Not the type of nigga to any scene too long son
I lace you, leave the EP evidence and then I'm gone