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[Queen
Asides gettin in you, the words will stain you
Permanent ink in epidermis, from tattoo artists
to scar this, thought of you may have fought
for position and status, this entrepeneurship
Matter of fact, madness I planned this like serial are banished
Flows aquatic fishes' surroundings, underground and
it's pounding, pregnancies, with the expectancy
of times three, use my mental nine to climb
gladiator on wall, on call like physicians
to deliver my labor you the flavor like Punisher to the cure
A parent's birth picture, evade of offspring
ring the alarm, cause I set strong cases of fire
from my wire connections and
to sparks cause then I'm wettin, microphone checkin
Disrespectin amateurs plus mentors don't be a sore sport
if it's meant yours, just pretend I yours

I can be a bit demanding, acceptin, less than the best
I just flip shit anyone can kid, I stick the landing
and stand out, most so don't stress
Trying to touch us, you come close like phone sex
I stay of the pack, if you fuckin with Treds
know I cover the spread so always bet on black
I'll give you your money's worth, up somethin delicious
While, most of these be makin my tummy hurt
Got me upset, of these crabs who can't kick it
All addicted to rhyming, I'ma stick them in
Get em up you know, show em the light that they're
all bark and no bite, like a tree
We and burn em, Indelibles, The Fire In Which
suckers are finished, may they flow, in pieces
we're dominating, so while they're busy happy
just to be nominated son, we give acceptance
Takin the crown, doors, breaking em down
We some BAD MOTHERFUCKERS, that's what many
also said, your time will come, it's time to take it cause
we just couldn't stand the wait Jenny Craig

[Bigg
Now that's my man the scripture puzzler, bringin a pain device
for infinite wisdom seeker of life rhyme provider
?on dudes that just strip codes down for my feet?
to master one-twenty-four at ninety-six KhZ
you just now trying to get up on Dungeon D&D
Thinking Indelibles will and burn you must be lazy and obscene
We fire sequential flyers, my verse wrecks in concert D?
Slingin em 40 frozen from rooftops and projects
Beware watch below for falling objects, your optical
Two one-hundred watt mono is optional
to try to match wits the Diamondback unstoppable
Background fiend for limelight exposure
When we rally back touch the microphone playtime is
Who's to see the CF graf crew that visualize
top to bottom, and out in New York like an L.A. gang tag do
Master of mathematical principal
medicinal, mixed with herbs, science and mineral
Yo crews start to walk, when we crack the five series
the ?passive, rip open an issue casing?
Trying to sidestep backwards when it's this rhymer you facing

Aiyyo, the bullseye pulls my leg and beggin for
My verse be the Don King-in, come out
I'll to kill it, apply my skill shit and the coming
Who ain't feelin my joint, so that mean your jaw's numbing?
Chill let me stop, gotta get my dislodged
and retire armies of niggas, my dishonorable discharge
and get real, pulling from deep and you to play up?
You talk about, "Respect mines," steady missin your
Hoes to foes, I start staring, truculant
heart tearing style, fuck you then, order your
I'm stocked, shell shocked, describin the bombs alarms
incoming, when drum and vocal
for niggaz talkin bout Lucci, be modeling Susan
Kane bitch like, reputation for losing
Listen do you voices saying, "Damn that's a sucker"
Paranoid, looking like Zoeller at the Rukas

Hey yo my nihilist, stylus, cuts matter the
The prime of the sequence hides my vicious assignment
Your cacophonic bond strictly to bitch tissue fissure
Yeah, the burn from I'm worth operation
I hate, let's bandwidths and communicate physically
non happers will sleep on third rails for their cemetary
Enlist as, from pox to syphillis, all stars
Shit on punchlines insidious kid, you barf off
Only buck fifty you ever handed out was with a Metro
I can fit the sum of your Tom Thumb in a thimble
Simple bitches, Doctor lacing barbed wire stitches
A of mad cows bust through brick walls like Jumanji
Sixty-Five upsetter, sickness scatalogics
Prophets skeptics, skeptics found Jesus
Right-Wingers turned leftist, everybody on the dick of independence
Sorry we don't want you anymore get kid find an exit
Bugged, isn't it? Huh, live you suckers
I woulda a witness to collapse your fame squadron
Pardon me, still a fan trying to understand how to be a
For our Peoples who I see Dilated your fuckin grill to alabaster
Indelibles...

(Len scratches up various excerpts "Fire in which you burn")
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