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Mr. e is a top prospect, mic checks get rep, east-west
Come a little tighter, the all-nighter... --the high and the mighty--
Taste delicious, mystic malicious
Ridiculousness, I tease my snippets
I this down to the core and explore
Many more want what I in store
For you, in this era, this still a terror
My scripts consist of parchness
I the apple to eve and she ate it
Built the pyramids and the sphinx, and now you hate it
the reborn, keep this mic torn
My defense is tight like sehorn
On corn on the cobs, lop for pop, now they popcorn
I got a bucket of em, so stick it to em
Bring to em, slip the ducats to em
Still gettin ruined when I bring my touch to em
Can't my shit no matter what I say
Though they ass out at fappy's on the bagel buffet, no delay
Evidence is a top prospect, mic checks get rep, east-west
Where the light intense, rhymes dispense... --here go the evidence--

--you now into evidence!--
For more than funs and guns, I'm stressed on sex
Yo I it as it comes, on most occasions
I like my heart, chimes, and
But is for your heartbeats twelve in the morning
Never tense, I rock the flossy, fly from tchaikovsky
Don't drink so I get bent when I sip
this party, no question
Never caught guess, and
Seldom lose I got my chips on the table
Go against the oz, and the wizard
So play that evil shit then come short, get the
Why is it you be buildin worlds that's and useless?
Heads they hard, yo their favorite movie's lukas
Now you focused like ? caught
This style's covered rakim's, I ain't no joke, this
Flow is out of control like rap in
Man I told em in the front, in the middle, in the back, it's like

[mr.
Defari is a top prospect, mic get rep, east-west connect
Give em all high-fives, you qualify "here come's the city brother" --

Yo, pass that gallon I'm hear to score like marcus allen
l.a. this mc stallion
Only a few I know got the bomb chronic ev'
Yo, fuck the nonsense, our likwid conference
And now we do it coast to coast the liks --the magnificent--
Defari, eon, and
The present is dope rhymes to the infinite power
Wack mc's fight in the yard, I kill the God that
And at will shoot to kill with lyrical skills
the beatnuts, pop the trunk and watch this bitches head for the hills
But in my trunk there's bumps like that
And a licensed nba spalding notebook, that looks phat
With phat and there's pages and pages
This shit's outrageous, independence connect, this ? ? ?
For wages, blow indoor and outdoor stages
All ages they root like the flute, this gets contagious

[mr.
We are top prospects, mic checks get rep, east-west connect
to the team with tight defense, defari, eon, and evidence