| Instantaneous wonder with violent verbage, face it
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| I bring the thunder, no matter how you word it, these
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| Miscellaneous rappers pillow-writing, about as hard as pillow-biting while
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| pillow-fighting
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| Standing in my presence for one second takes a liking to being
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| Struck by lightening while skinny-dipping in the lake of fire
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| Or dangling from your wrists in a meat locker with dead fish for hours,
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| sprayed with cold water 'til you’re frozen solid
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| Illogic diabolic, detrimental to oxygen
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| Snatch breath from propaganda and press tryna box me in
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| I’m more than underground, don’t get it distorted
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| I just spit so heavy the overground soil can’t support it
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| «Well, I heard MC So-And-So saying they caught up with you
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| ‘cause you ain’t toured and without an album in a long time»
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| Homie, I can never tour again and drop another record and they still couldn’t
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| catch up to what I’m foreseen did in '99
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| There’s been no progression, instead you backtrack
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| Incomplete emcee, no in-between, just wack
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| Flagrantly faulty, just give up, you can’t rap
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| We stayed silent for too long
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| There’s been no progression, instead you backtrack
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| Incomplete emcee, no in-between, just wack
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| Flagrantly faulty, just give up, you can’t rap
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| When you play right, you write wrong
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| It’s instantaneous wonder, spectacular skill
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| Writing embodies summer even though I’m usually chill
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| Usually ill, lost my prescription for penicillin, no refills
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| Cal Doc quick, this dude’s sick, find his pills
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| I’m not screwed too tight, starving
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| Waiting for preparation of the food you write often
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| I have a vision of a torture machine putting you in, twisting your neck and
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| limbs slowly 'til your bones poke through your skin
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| You don’t want me to take it to that place where every time I rhyme it’s like
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| I’m splashing acid on your face
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| If you don’t know me, this intro’s ridiculous
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| Call me the sultan of spit, the pinnacle of penmanship
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| None identical, the closest are my three sons, you’re hopeless
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| See Ill beams with the brilliance of three suns, it’s simple
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| I’m the best and you’re the worst, I’m blessed, you’re cursed
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| I pocket a wallet, you rockin' a man-purse
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| There’s been no progression, instead you backtrack
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| Incomplete emcee, no in-between, just wack
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| Flagrantly faulty, just give up, you can’t rap
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| We stayed silent for too long
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| There’s been no progression, instead you backtrack
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| Incomplete emcee, no in-between, just wack
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| Flagrantly faulty, just give up, you can’t rap
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| When you play right, you write wrong |