Rejected by death, my def style causes paradox I leave you emboxed, tum in notes to hip-hop straight through your heart You've been de-ranked, straight juiced because you refuse to get loose You thrusted but when I'm untrusted, you gets dusted, Even a brother I tap that ass like oops I have no pity for the no-soul-havin' commitee I'm like Enddy Ran through pyramids with your city Ball wippin', ball-shittin' niggas That style been bitten while minds been hidden under deep walls layers of reason I leave it smilin' and you can get high from the contact Lyrical fomats Blow your wig back I get ya open like a ass-wippin' MCs are flippin' so I'd advise that they start dippin' I caught ya slippin' like petroleum jelly Your girlie hit me on my paper, so I called her on my celli Tell me who don't want to get up on the mic, a pretender Send'em to the principal's office and I'll suspand'em like just like that My rap'll handicap individuals with every syllable The caravan becomes more minimal the minerals attack ya mind just like umbilical chords of MCs Diseased can only get D's All of them had rapped, they stopped that after they met me. But all the while I free-style pullin' the file of MC's labels My lyrics travel as I un-raval the cable of the microphone Suckers pass the mic when my rhymes take(s) flight. I get that type o'flow So act like you know I slay wack MC's at the disco Tipsy off the Cisco my brain is frying like crisco while I'm eatin' sucker's styles up like nabisco cookies Steppin' to me you just can't do me rookies Compared to my rhyme techs you just can't flex I don't know what next about ya. Talk about ya girl how I' ooched & 'ooched ya bounsta' pounsta' Just like groceries in a basket. And now it's time for me to put you in your casket. Fast kid but filst you might get your ass kick(ed) Maybe blasted like a bastard when I told you not to chance it Yourstyle's ancient and jurassic
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