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Kill him

Try to the man in front of ya
But it the role, the gear or the money, the
Swift intellectionist with ya
Bite, if its dark Ill every one of ya
I a mic in the crowd its a question
I got the answer it directions
Go a mask show me after
A glass of a master that has to make musical

Attack your wack till its
Youll never hold the mic again, try to it back
'Cuz every that comes I cut off his thumbs
Put a record to his neck if he it hums
from ear to ear so till can hear better
Before he to death here, hear every letter
And you can see and thick the blood can get

If you try to change the or the subject
As I get deep in the rhyme Im a
murderer before Im done, Im a
Prepare the chamber the comin up
through the mind at the end youll find
Its the

em again

I hold the mic as hostage, are ransom
punish em 'cuz they dont undertsand em
I heat up his brain, explain then I hand him
A microphone thats how I planned em
call information unite midnight
Like a platoon bullet wounds in the mic
If ya curse me, it aint no
him a autopsy, killed by a verse of me

I took a kid and cut off his
Kill him slow so he could see I did
And if he dont what I said
Im his eyeballs way to the back of his head
So he can see what hes into
A part of the mind that he never through
A is coming 'cuz ya getting sent to
A harder to find but its all in the mental

I ran a brain scan to locate his plan
When Im through his brain he aint the same, man
Did he lose his mind or in his mind
But aint the lost and found because ya cant find
Your foundation coasting, mind is
Drifting, in motion frozen

like another murder at the Mardi grass, B
Too late to send out a party
Once ya out of ya head then ya cant get
I em a map, but he still get trapped, so
Prepare the chamber, the coming up
Trip the mind, at the end youll find its the punisher

Kill em

rhymes performed like surgery
Cuts so deep be bleeding burgundy
My intellect wrecks and disconnects your cortex
Your is next
Your becomes sub-conscious
Soon your response is

The last are blurred mumbled then slurred
Then verbs are no longer heard
You get your lung so good youre tongue-tied
He swing or hang so he hung till he died
Reincarnate him and kill him again again and again gain and
I him in the mausoleum so you can see him

I got a dead M Cing
When I create em, I cremate em and em
You cant save em no ultamatum
Mics lay full of ashes with the victims name in slashes
Got a long list and Im a get one of ya
Beware of the

Then Im a kill em
Wake em up em again