| Gemstones, aka meet the slayer
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| I really rip through the beat and tear
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| Feel like I’m the last of a breed that’s rare
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| Or any rapper that breathe this air
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| Wanna see a tie? |
| Better bring a bear
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| Only when I die will I be compared
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| Starin' in your eyes with a evil stare
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| Anything alive, it’ll be aware
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| Everybody hidin' underneath the stairs
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| «I don’t wanna die, there’s a beast in there!»
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| You can see the signs in the teeth I bare
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| Nothing will survive if the meat is rare
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| Who lied to you? |
| We are not a equal pair
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| Rappin' to the sounds of the breaths of air
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| Lyrically inclined, I don’t need a snare
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| Only sound good cause the beat is there
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| I don’t want the throne, you can keep the chair
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| On the zone lookin' for some meat to tear
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| I been chained down for at least a year
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| Say my name wrong and this lease’ll tear
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| Big and Pac gone, we can see who care
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| How you King Kong and you speech impaired?
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| They can put you on, Imma meet you there
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| When I bang on you and leave you there
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| Put a feature where?
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| Ain’t enough room on this beat to share |
| Comin' for the dudes who don’t seem to care
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| Damagin' the minds of the seeds we air
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| They only seem to rhyme when the weed is flared
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| Cause they don’t have a mind to be deepest prayer
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| Jordan number 5's are the weakest pair
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| They’ll be a nine to at least the Hares
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| Lyrical miracle since they cut my umbilical
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| Lyrical miracle since they cut my umbilical
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| Hell is for an eternity, hope you know where you’re goin'
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| An industry full of wannabes, never will I conform
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| Lyrical miracle since they cut my umbilical
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| Lyrical miracle since they cut my umbilical
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| Should be locked up for perjury, lyin' about what you doin'
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| Sellin' your soul for currency, anything to get on
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| Lyrical miracle since they cut my umbilical
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| Lyrical miracle since they cut my umbilical
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| It’s a state of emergency, been a bit of a disturbance, see
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| Artists showin' no courtesy, rap is out of its form
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| Lyrical miracle since they cut my umbilical
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| Lyrical miracle since they cut my umbilical
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| June 20th a Gemini is born
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| Ain’t no secret I’m murdering anything I get on |
| Verbally murderin' everything in its element
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| Fly as a pelican, delicate as a elephant
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| Rappers that stand in my shadow, thinkin' they ready for battle
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| Can’t even channel my caliber of intelligence
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| I’m confident but this competition, I’m arrogant
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| Never look down on anyone, I don’t know who I’m better than
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| Anybody can get it, it’s obvious I need medicine
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| Prolly should be admitted, my mind is gone, I don’t know where it is
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| 90% of you rappers may not need it
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| But really there’s never been one to do it like I done did it
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| To walk with me, follow Christ and get ridiculed by the critics
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| And double back and go lyrically amount anything livin'
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| That’s it, this beat is that you murdered, there’s been a killin'
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| And anybody who thinks they could body what I be pennin'
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| Could get it, my pen is godly
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| Get bodied won’t do you tim and know no limits far as the eye could see
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| Obviously I’m winnin'
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| You dealin', my safety pin is the origin of my inner beginnings
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| They got the heart of the artists that benifitin' |
| Your images all a gimmick, I’m sorry, you not authentic
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| You mimickin', every car that you talkin' about is rented
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| I should be labeled as the best rapper ever in Guinness
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| Music I make will be here forever when I diminish
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| Anybody that’s breathin' will tell you that I’m a menace
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| No limits, I’m never timid
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| This song is only a scrimmage |