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Don't fuck around, I eat out with your shorty the crew And she be late for head, she want a tape and 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 shit'll get Don't let me bring it God I it hard like little kid bops So front I the tone vexin', but to the heads Stay pleasant to the ears just think of Lauryn on phone sexin'
Relentless poetic rhyme never ceases smokin' the mic lyric contact I be open Naturally high and no to pass the Dutchie I'm the living circle circle dot dot, nobody can me At my post, the most exalted, mind blower When I rap it strictly, I can't believe he just said that shit Material crews, who can't think sober My flows over your head, I enjoy the aerial
Focus the bird's eye, in my scenario, of dominance eatin' weaklings, we're bum rushin' like dirty communists Raisin', my Curtain revealin' my words the gospel No apples or giant serpents, the enlightened J-Treds, I heads like tennis players top seeded Not meanin' to cause a racket, or the menace My words speak for themselves, so me on the mic I've got more presence Than attendance in a class of schizophrenics, hear
Drink to pick up raps, intoxicating Got your craving my 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 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 comic 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 beyond corporate Let them eat cake, I introduce myself as a mistake Slipped through the with a serrated barb stabbed, sharp in the gut
Now we can all become of the Flies When this industry sees it's 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 protect you from the bum
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 manger but I still received 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 within' my excrement 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 calls the ass crack On the wack I tabs like Timothy Leary and or Ascap The iron is non rustable, you're overrated As in dust or sonic contracts That haven't thoroughly debated Got my name up in mouth like cock or gingivitis every rhyme becomes the official New blueprint for
Catch a smack to the face on Even when I say nothing it's a beautiful use of negative is invincible, El-P don't forget the fuckin' name Come on Colombo I know you figured shit out Nobody the same
It gives me great pleasure when true get together And lace the track rough enough to withstand, any type of 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 concise thoughts, patterns Not beyond your comprehension but wide beyond the barrel
Yo, catch the rarest glimpses of the once known as Earth That gravitated, before inner heated it up, then it burnt It be two style slide niggaz who will rock off any beat you push Cell therapy down south mob and special Ed's the bush like this, for the niggaz who got caught sleepin' and didn't know It be these four actors crazy kings, worlds to revolve around Coming at you in a blazing orange hunting vest thirty yard night First day of deer hunting, you got scoped out the foreign Juss Not the type of nigga to steal any too long son I might lace you, leave the EP evidence and then I'm