| Professional, uppen the decibel a decimal above
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| Extraterrestrial audible vessels
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| For blood audible missiles and vocal dismissals
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| Like pistols tearing through MC’s skeletal gristles
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| Beneficial, Ripping in the kids brain tissues
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| Leaving them a bit retarded with personal issues
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| Personal miss-use, of my tracks is tested deadly
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| Infested steady when my tracks are pressed and ready
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| To floods the brain like cocaine ingested heavy
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| And less than every, bit of protection when testing benny
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| I’ve battled plenty, and everyone is rattle empty
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| Without a skeleton to hold 'em up they had to temp me And then correctly, spitting at me like a Jetski
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| Go ahead and press me, bones crunch like nestle
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| Arrest me, Sentence me and lock me away
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| So the streets can be safe for emcee’s to play
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| By the way, when i spit don’t get hit by a stray
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| Cause every random word i say can shatter your vertebrae
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| Every verb I spray is a mist called Herb-away
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| Word play, that will keep emcee’s on the curb all
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| In a verbal way, I get violent and kill quick |
| To define me kids make up words like Ill-Sick
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| Whose a relic, wack emcee’s heads are real thick
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| So the target is big, my metaphors will stick
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| Unnecessary emotion
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| So logical
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| Proceed with caution
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| Unnecessary emotion
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| So unemotional
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| Proceed with caution
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| It will be painful
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| So logical
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| Proceed with caution
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| It will be painful
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| So unemotional
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| Proceed with caution
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| Behold Benefit, the old and degenerate
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| are healed by the power of his subject and predicate
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| The Pro-ject deliver it, whole of the rhetoric
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| Emcee’s will fall like the soul of confederates
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| To all who consider it apologies follow these
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| Battle anthologies, emcee’s say please
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| And possibly I’ll display generosity
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| And watch thee velocity, when I’m spitting this atrocity
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| But probably not, and the robberies hot
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| When kids steal my rhymes and ignite on spot
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| If you bite on top, from being wack and dropped
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| Call it I Bit Benefit and Made Pop
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| And you get a hit, but being illiterate
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| Ignorant, and coming out ill legitament
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| My wrath will reach havoc on your family |
| Gradually, everyone will die through a homicidal tragedy
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| Bone and vital legacy, prophecy place me President of emcee’s genocide agency
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| Feeling me is like feeling a flame in hell
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| Casting a demon spell, so emcee’s a dreaming well
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| And thinking they’re real, knocked out on night Nightquil
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| In a dream land where they sick and real type ill
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| But lovely dreams soon come to a night mare
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| When they battle Benefit and they die right there
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| But it will try |