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Kill him

Try to identify the man in of ya
But it the role, the gear or the money, the
Swift intellectionist plenty 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 of a master that has to make musical massacre

your wack till its handicapped
Youll never the mic again, try to hand it back
'Cuz rapper 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 quick and thick the can get

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

em again

I hold the mic as hostage, emcees are
Rhymesll punish em they dont undertsand em
I heat up his brain, then explain I hand him
A redhot microphone how I planned em
Rhymes information unite midnight
Like a putting bullet wounds in the mic
If ya curse me, it no mercy
Give him a autopsy, by a verse of me

I a kid and cut off his eyelid
him slow so he could see what I did
And if he dont understand what I
Im his eyeballs way to the back of his head
So he can see hes getting into
A part of the mind that he been through
A is coming 'cuz ya getting sent to
A harder to find but its all in the mental

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

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

Kill em

Dangerous rhymes performed like
Cuts so deep youll be bleeding
My wrecks and disconnects your cerebral cortex
Your cerebellum is
conscience becomes sub-conscious
Soon your response is

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

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

Then Im a em again
Wake em up em again