| I circle my opponents like a bird of prey, in search of a vertabra
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| Just to curse your day, and make blue sky revert to gray
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| Tryin’to work my way back to where the purpose gave birth
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| To the perfect way to quench my thirst to slay rappers
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| Penatrate your fragile brain matter
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| Stand glarin’at you with command, and frame, and stature
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| Actually mastered the talent it takes to seize the rep
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| Out of your chest and leave em shakin'
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| These heads never impressed us, I credit the best cause I
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| ?Accept the rebreath? |
| with respect from my predecesors
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| To die the best of deaths is meaning gunfire
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| Blessed with ??, testin the opressive
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| This dimension inside your pain is my domain
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| By signing my name I solidify the rain
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| In an instant I will drain em, get em out the game
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| Itsisted upon bickering with death until the quiet came
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| Then silence remained, touched him with his lights out and
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| Im in his veins, ushering his life out him
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| He cried when it came, at that moment he froze
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| And death pulled his soul through the hole in his nose
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| From the moment I sight em, decide I don’t like em I evacuate the little bit of life they got inside em Somebody gonna get dead tonight
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| Bad Motha Fucka gottta split heads tonight
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| From the moment I sight em, decide I don’t like em I evacuate the little bit of life they got inside em Somebody gonna get dead tonight
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| Bad Motha Fucka gottta split heads tonight
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| Let em watch the Brother rip, they need to fuckin study it Have the missin pieces like they tryin to make the puzzle fit
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| Its some other shit, nothin like when we discovered it Fools rappin like they tried to suck a dick and bust a lip
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| Half asshole and ain’t mastered to grab the shit
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| They pacifists and ain’t nothin bout them passionate
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| Never had a pay a bill, spent a day in jail
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| And hold mic’s like theyre scared as hell to brake a nail
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| You ever hide inside your seat, eyes upon your feet
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| Need to keep riding the dick instead of tryin to ride the beat
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| I come from a time when rhymin is too self defining
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| Aint no time for whining, protecting your little homage
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| If your crews really the shit, prove it in your set
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| You really should get off the stage, youre too pretty to sweat
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| If hes not in alliance, beat him in the compliance
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| Somethin to do while I’m feeding him to the lions
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| Keep being defiant, ain’t nothin I can say to you
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| Except you better stay out my range of view, a day or two
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| Your friendly neighbourhood Rhymesayer, I lay a Asswhoopin on you thats one of a kind, playa
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| From the moment I sight em, decide I don’t like em I evacuate the little bit of life they got inside em Somebody gonna get dead tonight
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| Bad Motha Fucka gottta split heads tonight
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| From the moment I sight em, decide I don’t like em I evacuate the little bit of life they got inside em Somebody gonna get dead tonight
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| Bad Motha Fucka gottta split heads tonight
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| You live in a world of artificial turf past the sky
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| Got the nerve to stay up nights and askin why
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| Im fuckin your shit up, youre forced to pluckin your lips up That gets ripped up, you could kiss your own ass goodbye
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| You don’t understand me, I don’t have Plan B I don’t have a mom and dad to help me land on my feet
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| I don’t have the luxury of livin where the grass is green
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| Ink pen victims and ten of their friends with them
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| Ive been kickin, scratchin scrapin for respect
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| Since knee-high, believe I will take it to your neck
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| I release my, venomous sentiments at the drop of a hat
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| You motherfuckers got a problem with that?
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| I scratch through all possible tracks
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| Once you walk with your bones fully exposed its hard to look back
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| And I gotta react, not for nothin, just to cuss you
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| There ain’t nothin soul about an old fashoned Fuck You
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| From the moment I sight em, decide I don’t like em I evacuate the little bit of life they got inside em Somebody gonna get dead tonight
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| Bad Motha Fucka gottta split heads tonight
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| From the moment I sight em, decide I don’t like em I evacuate the little bit of life they got inside em Somebody gonna get dead tonight
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| Bad Motha Fucka gottta split heads tonight |