| Like acid rain showers, nations, you can’t face them
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| Erase them or I praise them, as my mind excites the wind
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| Like spirits of ill concensions, time will clash
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| On ya cipher, lyric concealed behind whirlwind fire
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| Or flood, draw blood from wack souls as I smack hoes
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| Live concensive, or yes 'em, it’s damage
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| That my sintex causes, is irrepreble
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| Cuz vanity of my insanity force ya whole click to be divided
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| You have just bear witnessed to dub side united
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| Who do you love? |
| Bugs, styles and fresh
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| And numb somes of soul, witchcraft
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| The clutch is the archer’s mode, and sure plot
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| Of device, we shot twice, after the same arrow
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| Rush through life, it’s off this slug
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| Advise me with words from death, and new com battles
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| Far time left, and pure shot plug that way
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| You marathron, let me down to grace the plate
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| Full stagnant, touch I, but revamp the squad
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| Gettin' loops, saviate on contact
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| The triflyn four fists, sparks another spliff
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| Bodies left stiff, you can’t fuck with my ruggedness
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| My gunshots is leaving niggas on they asses
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| Smoking all the canibus, like the weed savage
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| Rip dimensions and it matters, take an L
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| You no challenge, I blow up, ya muthafuckin' brain cells
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| And leave you legal, the slang tongue spigel
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| Cocks back the fifth, teflon starts to seek it
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| Criminals on a move, set a threat
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| Sip the moet, and let off the twin techs to ya
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| Muthafuckin' chest
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| I speak double-double, cause double trouble never do I rumble
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| On a rule, my microphone sever clones
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| It’s beyond binocalurs, sence the moody, six chromosomes
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| I’m no more less, no need to flex the evil, trip with the clip
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| I got the 6−1-0 flow, and 0 and 2 is my zip
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| Yo, so call me out in Philly when you down to flip
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| No frill skills, or freestylin' when y’all wildin'
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| I broke cats all the way live, on Velly’s Long Island
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| I visualize cream, tech’s scrap with infered beams
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| Stash keys, and tease, lickin' back so y’all can
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| My click of criminals, flippin' confortable
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| My pockets full of benjamins, fool surrending
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| When I’m blendin' in, dub side invincible
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| Imperial, for lyrical tactics
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| I react with signs to get ya ass kicked
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| Indeed the face of evil, is the face told by me
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| So I proceed to bleed my people, niggas say I’m too cerebral
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| Lies, dub side, flippin' perfection through your section
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| Sanity’s slippin', whose the next victim to catch a bless
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| Set a threat, I rip the mic and run race like an auto practice
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| I inflect this verse leavin' heads in they casket
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| Watch this nappy headed villain, brutal torture is illegal
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| I back down clowns with a four pound, as I defeat you
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| Insert the lyrical slugs, that straight’s very
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| A nickel plated verse I spit like a hollow tip steady
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| Constantly, drop ya wack back with fire weapon
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| This adolescent, keeps a clip full for street protection
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| Ain’t nothing complex about the way I cock my biscuit
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| I set and threat it, bust that tech son, it’s not explicit
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| Exquisite, in divine rhymes I drop like jewels
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| The mic I abuse when I choose to break fool
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| With this course, I force many emcees out the galaxy
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| Challenge me, I rip apart flows with analogy
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| Now with me, got that establish and wrap ya cabbage with styles
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| You can’t manage to damage or even fathom the mental capacity
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| Cuz I harass these wack emcee’s, in degrees
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| I splatter universe, and mountain casaulties
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| In the dark, my squad sells, blowin' ya conscience
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| My assumptions, ethotical, unstoppable, anthological
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| I pull the trigger with mystical, my poetic
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| Rip fanatics up, and rich with the sinical
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| Coming back from the city of Atlantic, it’s the hispanic
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| Causing mad panic, with fat static for ya addict
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| Automatic, I stick shift quick if you test me
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| Left the ciphers, layin' lifers, seen in one spot and attended
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| That you get ya crews bruised in black and blues
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| Put ya name and age on the front page, of the newspaper
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| I drape my hood up on my carriage, damage faggots
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| Quit the habits, feedin' on emcee’s on maggots
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| Inspect ya gadgets, my style switches cause I flick it
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| Return the mic, fixin' stitches, cause I ripped it
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| I can’t stand like a maniac depressin'
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| That’s been submerged in subterrarian eutopia
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| Why’s the mansion that I’m representin'
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| Is the feel competitin' in suburbs
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| Which has regenerated the etaric
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| That kicks the subterric poetry on this plain of obscurity
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| One element, top lyricist
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| Intellectin' with, d-u-b squad of imperialist
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| With an innevator as the dictator
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| So we can see you, liver clues with side and system views
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| Heads emulate but can’t duplicate, cause this side
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| Can’t be tugged, yo, one love |