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Lyrics
You get
hit with a barstool fool facin me round one was
not cool tell jeff to pull ya ten outta the pool
, and make it 790 you cant find me i'm behind the
mic and lighting it up like a thunderous strike
bwaow, you never heard of me i'll be conducting all your suge-
ries in dirty ass labs in third world countries,,
, and what's the matter since you didn't know my ass imma
close you up and leave you with some new implants,
, you better understand i'm not here for the kicks of rippin
dicks, all i care about is winning these chips, maybe
i could flip, logics scripts into so much of a
twist, he'd wanna buy my a gift for christmas but i'll
dis miss the offer and you wit ness a toss up that with
quickness will label me the illest friggin author,, i'm
writing like i was fighting with strength of M. Bison or
Tyson i'm nice when i'm enticing this MIC, aiight then, i
bet that he gon call me a bitch or a puss but what i
push is a platinum killa style in a dush and shove it
up his tusch to make the blood gush profuse i
set loose pits to eat ya meat and ya juice, kid i re-
fuse to let, anybody stand in my way call the
devil and tellem ya soul your willing to pay because my
talent is way to much for anyone to grasp
kiss my ass takin out the trash while i thrash corny
rappers who couldn't last longer than thirty seconds while i'm
running for thiry minutes, and carrying weapons,
logic, you must not got it, and even if you do i'm
still better than you because i'm labeled a prophet, not for
profit i'll never sell out so stop it, i'm only interes-
ted in controlling this game from jet plane cockpits.
watch kid, imma show you all my hunger pains through the
acid rain i claim to spit a this insane form of
searching for fame type of a game that we all plain and
leave a round one stain in your internal membrane of
every single one of ya cells and never forget my
name or else i'll brand it on your head with flames and make
sure i write it in reverse, so when you flex in the
mirror you'll always remember who left you the curse within a
heavenly demonic verse..... i'll pause and sniff a
line and say a prayer for you at the same time.. holy
shit what a fukin mind, you see how i am nice,
this entire rhyme i just cursed and only twice,,
, this aint a battle this is my introduction, as the
only rapper in this with a mental malfunction your life and
death are colliding at a junction, doing a hundred
miles while i smile and advance to the second round.
