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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 spark one of ya
I a mic in the crowd its a question
I got the answer it includes
Go manufacture a mask show me
A glass of a master that has to make massacre

Attack your till its handicapped
Youll hold the mic again, try to hand it back
'Cuz every rapper that I cut off his thumbs
Put a record to his neck if he swallows it
Slice ear to ear so till can hear better
he bleed to death here, hear every letter
And you can see and thick the blood can get

If you try to change the style or the
As I get deep in the Im becomin a
Emcee before Im done, Im a
Prepare the chamber the comin up
Trip through the at the end youll find
Its the

Kill em

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 microphone thats how I planned em
Rhymes call information midnight
Like a platoon bullet wounds in the mic
If ya me, it aint no mercy
Give him a autopsy, 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 understand what I said
Im his eyeballs way to the back of his head
So he can see hes getting into
A part of the mind that he never been
A journey is 'cuz ya getting sent to
A place harder to but its all in the mental

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

Looks like another murder at the grass, B
Too late to send out a search
Once ya out of ya head then ya cant get
I give em a map, but he get trapped, so
the chamber, the tortures coming up
Trip through the mind, at the end youll find its the

Kill em

rhymes performed like surgery
Cuts so deep youll be burgundy
My wrecks and disconnects your cerebral cortex
Your cerebellum is
Your conscience sub-conscious
your response is nonsense

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

I got a dead M museum
When I create em, I em and complicate em
You cant save em no ultamatum
Mics lay around full of ashes the victims name in slashes
Got a list and Im a get every one of ya
of the punisher

Then Im a kill em
em up kill em again