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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #2,036
Peak in subgenre #1,139
Author
Knowl
Uploaded
April 10, 2002
Track Files
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MP3 3.5 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Aeuralias Maximus here to complete a massacre, crackin ya
They didn’t tell you knowledge was accurate when blasting stuff
a true drive by, crashed him up with a speeding acura, get ya body stuck in aqueducts
Your wak as fuck, so with your career, you should listen to safe sex commercials and wrap it up
I snuff amateurs, so theres no way I’m loosing to a bitch nigga from Canada/
I’m live in flesh, and Arcane decides to step??? my rhymes inject,
only nigga ill enough to leave the bible blessed/
With my dialect, I’ll strike ya chest
arcane murdered repeatedly first cat hard enough to recycle death/
Fact or fiction??? Cats don’t listen, face it
We live in a matrix, when my wrath commences,
It retraces, your death reoccurs
niggas get dragged through gliches/
Come on dogg, who’s really competing, heaving heat at the heavens/
Please believe it, beatin my bregderin, deleting your presence
Make you swallow bullets then vomit backwards like bulimic dyslexics/
Half you b-boy punks are played out, pumps’ll spray out, who wants the flame now
My style is off the hook like a runaway trout/
I’ll lacerate an already open wound rippin it worst/
Have this nigga faintin like black women in church/
No survivors when my sickness exerts/
Wak emcees get pinned in the dirt/
God found Earth guilty so he sentenced my birth
Grimace it hurts
Arcane’s verse would be nice if I hadn’t heard 8 other cats spittin it first/
***pause***
Word to Jesus Christ, I’ll shoot a nigga then beat his ass fa not bleeding right
So scared I got this fool not breathing right
Leave him with emotional problems like his parents didn’t treat him right/
Don’t even try to compete tonight, venoms in my veins, I’m out to spread disease tonight/
Kill you then lynch the hurst wet ya chest, quench ya thirst without even drinking sprite/
I’m a leave arcane with a disease epidemics couldn’t even roll with/
Bless him with symptoms dead bodies couldn’t even cope with/
Doctors analyzing my piss couldn’t see my dopeness/
When Keith approaches, practice ends so I make cats run like coaches/
Ya style is funny but in de-feat, You gets no kicks/
The message arcane got death in his direction
I’m past the first round in seconds like blasting automatic weapons
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