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- Yo, first I sprinkle a verse
By adding words, rhymes
Flippin em in to a verse with lines
Then ima hit em with spurts rhyme
Then ima let em and split em and add
Feelin my wrath
Vagrantly depart to the south so dirty
You want to be given a bath
Give it a pathelogical lie to deny that im nice
And the truth hurts (ow)
Wearin a blue shirt the best buy for the price
Figure, Six guys this live and nice on the mic
So dont dis us because were fly,
Until you try what its like
Im liable to Slice at these emcee bastards
Leaving their knees fractured
Needing every peice of their teeth re-crafted
So dont front cause I see past it
Youre harmless like wolverines adamantium claws
Yhen theyre retracted
The scenes backlit,
It seems static will wreack havoc
A beat battered, Ill keep rappin
In leech battle, will dreams shatter
In three nanoseconds (damn)
Count your patients, One step to Tonedeff
Youre gone in sixty seconds like (?)
I leave you riddled with basics
Theres no need for complexity
To be beside myself I need God next to me
Just kiddin
Im patially bull shittin
The only time I take a loss pussys
When I lose kittens
I pitch shit past ya, no matter whos hittin
I dont capsize boats,
But I got crews flippin
You catch it? the message needs analisation
Step and your boys will be pouring alcoholic libations
I flew sick, you knew this
Ill puzzle you, doofus
Fuck mental
In the stretcher went to a physical (?)
It will take more than stick to rearrange it then change it
His language is so strange, how do we contain it?
You cant just paint this stuff up on a canvas
You have to get the mental picture
To begin to understand this
So, Anticipate defeat, the league chances
Got your head speared, no lances
Doing burial dances
Im giving fourty like with speech imediments
Each other threat causes confident cats to stutter,
Step caught a reputation down the sides :
Too raw for porn, over thugs plates of leftovers
Eat some warm dober
Thugs a jaded wordsmith,
Bleeding ghost writers pens dry
Get on other rappers nerves
Corroding dead , dryed sweat
My thoughts connect,
You ought to step away fast,
It seems I gave cats 'hey thats the way they make tracks'
Forget a scare, Im not generous, kid
Split society of (?) and indented in (?)
Independently sick
And this is just a quick reminder
If you was to pick a cipher
Then Ill bust you quick to write yours
All expenses paid, no questions asked
Ill get open in the cut and we can flesh your gash
Cat, relax. Man, the last time I took a breather
I got brought up on murder charges
Start the crooked finger
Yo, Im not the fella to rifF with
Im so nice Mr. Rogers sued my ass
For copyright infringement
Roll with henchemen,
Not, well switch heads
From wanna be thugs to 24/7bitch kids
Ill bring my shitlist
Production cat bastards want jiggy beats
For some whack rappers
Switch my style if youre tryin to play,
My beats will maraud your ass any time of day
Like deuce Biggalows chick,
Whenever your through shit
People see you and holler 'Thats one huge bitch!'
Shit, when the lp rolls out
The source will be forced to make the quotables
A three page fold-out
No doubt, Im fed up with this whack shit
Ballin the next gear, wearing abercrombie and fitch
Any Jiggy rapper acting fly on the radio
Is getting pulled out of rotation like a firestone radial
Catch the Tee, the hip hop scene I fathom
Let people know my windows belt keeps my jeans from sagging
It seems Im raggin,
But feinds been naggin for my next release
I apply all my expertise to make them extra pleased
Even get the breaks to peace that make a brother feel this
All I do is independent, like double helix
Selling out? well I hope that youre not
But how else could you afford all the soap that you drop?
You cant fuck wit me, yo, kid look
Taking me out aint no small feat, you aint bigfoot
You should know who the heck youre facing
Cause my reputation leaves no room for speculation
Now battle, is that you want to do?
What kind of man are you?
I bet you sit on (?)
Now that its proven to you
You got a lot to tell us,
Them got your heart skipping beats like accapellas
Ill be a mythic author,
Writing poems on tombstones
Celph-titled and, nigga you couldnt bring home
Im at the crib wit your bitch givin me slow head
Split you up in more peices than when Jesus broke bread
My click is raw, be prepared when you meet us
Kill an unborn baby and you still couldnt de-fetus (ooh)
I dont battle with rhymes,
Id rather battle with nines
Instead of using my mind
Id rather shatter your spine
The closest you ever came to a punch line,
Was waiting for refreshments at the prom in 89
Im super crafty, super nasty, super rhaspy
Fuckin bitches with super asscheeks
You fucking faggots dont know the wrong speeches
I beat a bitch untill her whole body turns to cleavage
Im hyperactive so I drink decaffinated
My left jab is fatal, leave your cats decapitated!
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