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Here come the
Wood mic
Sweet like
MC
again, keep the style I'm bustin'
You think I'm droppin' acid ???only super cold does
Feel the rushin' through your blood and
And any man that defies, will be swellin'
So whatcha smellin', kid, I'll bust melon
Then I spit out the seed, you got dirty
You're done, dirt cheap, I'm on the greek sleep
Melee cause the circus, but bullets run
And talk is cheap, kid, time to make moves
time to make capital gains with my brains
The remains, the same as it ever was
And you can say my crew's fallin' but it never
I'm chocolate, clockwork apocalypse
Inter-dimensional like be sensual
My interplanetary tactic
Got ya wearin' vests prophylactics
My verbal rock your sons and daughters
And I'll tell more than priests and rabbis
And all the allies put in a cipher
My skin's my cell, no parole on my

Doin' time on the third from the sun
Lucy got me on the run, kid, my gun
I'm dealin' the pressures, son, life ain't fun
time on the third stone from the sun

I'll be gettin' down and dirty by
off my forty, out deep in your shorty
Lordy, glory,
Like a big Samoan my sig's boo ya
Do-a-ditty, oh what a
I'm blowin' up the like Oklahoma City
We terrorism and hold plagerism
And blood vision 'cause I smoke major 'ism
If you got sob stories, kid, don't me 'bout 'em
'Cause them tin you wearin' I'm a lift you outta 'em
With two shots to your bid, I ain't kid
I know the games you runnin' and all the things you did
And you'll say 'holy if my gun go blaow
Click-bang, watch me do my
My element's in order, my attribute's
And all you duck MC's are just like the Colonel
You're all fried chicken with back side lickin'
I'll play you like a snitch with the ice pick
Out your eye socket and if I cock it
I play remelzee and it out my pocket
I pull it out my pocket, I pull it out my
Yeah, I remelzee and pull it out my pocket