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Im Tired Of These Pointless Sessions With Questions Of Whos Greater
Like Editors Im Putting Your Headlines In Noose Papers
Then Proceed To Shoot Straighter Than Snipers With Infra Red Scopes
Then Check Into Board Battles To Read Some Of Tha Internet's Jokes
Im Into Retro, At Tha Same Time Keeping My Mind Above Times
Two Wrongs Dont Make A Right When Your Rhyming About Crimes
My Synus S'About Lines, And My Lines Speak A Whole Lotta Demise
Jealous Of Me, Seeing Green, Only Reason Your In Tha Lime Light
You Can Never Shine Bright, You Spitting Corrupts To A Power Cut
Only Reason Your Swimming In Bills Is If It Begins To Shower Ducks
Your Out Of Luck And Just In Tha Nick Of Time For This Funneral March
Its All Yours, So Make Haste And Pick Up Tha Suitable Smarts
For Relaxation In Cubicle Carts Carrying Rectangular Boxes
Subsequently Leaving Your Producer Tha Next Manager Boxing
I Wreck Havok When Dropping Phat Packages Like Mailmen Lacking Instinct
Slipping On Banana Skins, Doing Mid Air Flips, Spins, Massively Trippin
Im Magically Gifted With Vanity And Wisdom, Perfect Combination
Leave Your Face Needing Remaking From Specialist Surgeons In Tha Yellow Pages
From Birth It Was Amazing, Now A Teenager Its Exceptional
Imagery So Detectable, N-Demik's Giving Brail Kids A Spectacle
Your Drivel's Unacceptable, Not Even P Diddy'll Be Missing You
You Couldnt Spit Knowledge If My Fist Chipped Your Wisdom Tooth
Fishing For Clues With Tha Attention Span Of A Damn Goldfish
My Background Focused On Being Holy, Check My Fam In Tha Pulpit
I'll Scandel Y'all Whole Clique With One Double Click Of A Button
You Can't Write, Like Magazine Freebies, Stay Sticking To Covers
Break This Phixion Track From Structures And Leave Its Production Necro
My Punches Sent Through Cables To Leave Cats Under Dining Room Tables
Hiding From Fates Slow And Inane, Shelter With Coregated Iron
A Tyrant, When Dropping, Im Bombing Straight And Its Violent
Damn Fireworks, You Climb Up And Barely Make A Big Bang
But For Some Reason People Buy You, But Within A Week Your In Tha Skip Man
Your Fixed Plan To Make It Into This Business Was A Liability
Make A Name For Yourself, Spell It In Blood When Your Dying In Tha Street
Lying There In Defeat, Through Constant Lies And Treatory
When Somethings In My Sight, Best Believe Im Letting It Leak
Settle This With Beat's In Tha Form Of Beats And Exhaggerated Pain
Battlings A Shame Against Me, With Centuries Of "Braggings Back Again"
Well Fuck You Mother Focker, Im Vain With Insolence Flowing Through My Veins
Scorching Your Written Scriptures, Leave You Choking On Tha Grains
With A Nose Broken In 5 Simaltanious Places, Im Graced With Greatness
When Your On Tha Microphone, If Im Awake Im Shaving
Cause I Was Blazing For 24 Hours Before You Took Tha Stage
I Got Tha Crowed Rage, Now Its Your Turn To Return Them To Tha Boredom Phaze
Immaculate Imagery In Every Line, My Bars Are Figures Of Speech
To Leave You Six Feet Without Tha Neccessary Triggers And Heat
Mission Complete, Tha Aim For Fame Was Pointing At Y'all Cranium
Facing Me, Unbreakable My Whole Life Poisoned From Uranium
Retaining Your Nuclear Bombs, And Puny Ghost Written Songs
If They Were Written For Tha Purpose Of Your Ghost, You Wouldn't Be Wrong
Im Looking Clean On, Piercing Your Soul With My Stare And My Bic Pen
I Rip, Tear Scripts Where Battle Cats Build Only To Make A Quick Fare
I Tick Here, There, Listing Win's And Outdoings, Ticking Everywhere
For You There Is No Care, Son, Im Even Your Parents Heir
Breathing My Piece Of Air Is A Crime, Grab A Lung And Hold Your Breath
Rehearse My Verse To Myself And Find A Graveyard Where Two Opponents Met
You Should Focus On Death, Find Out What Your Getting Yourself Into
But Don't Die On Me Yet, I Was Only Setting This Verse's Intro
Letting Tha Curses In Through Tha Back Door And Into Tha Fame Halls
Overworked Dog Pitched Opera Singers, My Rhymes They Break Chords
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