Produced by Mr Sin
Written/Performed by MicP
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Lyrics
My style is one of a kind, and it's straight correctin kids/
Never missing a syllable, call me word profectionist/
Wreckin-shit, with my cleverness on the microphone/
I leave emcees in aw, like a blind, deaf, mono tone/
Except I take metaphors to the higher levels of rap/
I hold the formula of dopeness, down to the final extract/
So sit back and watch a conversation unfold in your eyes/
And realize, that the words i speak are very useful and wise/
Watching out for enemies that may be acting fake/
And if they trick me, then they life is what i'm gon have ta take/
But if you're one, i'll bend ya spinal cord, make that shit twist/
In the shape of a fist, while fighting in between the abyss/
Pain is all in the mind,kid, unless i create it/
Debate it, you can't stop me from choppin ya, its fate kid/
I create sleek multi's, ta blow ya knees, ta make ya ankles freeze
With a steeze, so mystique, even canibus couldnt critique
It would be, above his level of elevation, past the hatin/
Resembling something deeper than mind clensing meditation/
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