| I’m the phenom who was born with 3 arms but one is hidden until the beef comes
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| Then I’m a human adapter with 3 prongs
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| And each palm releases out a bee swarm
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| That keeps on reforming itself and one sting lasts for a week long
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| My entourage stretches 100 yards, they guard me as I conjure bars
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| That hit harder than hummer sized bumper cars
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| I trapped the Sun and stars under one garage, like Mumm-Ra
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| I come for war with a sharp ton of harp carving your lungs apart
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| I’m heartless like embalmed corpses
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| My rawness hits like the force of jaw kicks from fourteen horses
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| When a fraud inserts my audio cartridge
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| My voice gets harsh and starts to discharge a rockets catharsis
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| To ask me for a pass would be your last resort
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| Sometimes I’m so relaxed in thought I recline in a chair that has no back
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| support
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| No men are left when the heat that’s in my realm is felt
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| I come swinging a belt, I’ve got a camera that can film itself
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| Move 'em around like chess pieces
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| The mad lyrical professor with the best thesis
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| Alpha omega, angelic writer with blessed deepness
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| Any challenger north, south, east or west ceases to exist
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| The people fiend in lobby to be seen beside me
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| 5 preachers arrived and had to exorcise me out the demons body
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| Swinging wildly like I’m John «The Beast» Mugabi
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| Unconsciously scuba diving blindly while violently juggling 3 tsunamis
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| I got some magic I can’t wait to do
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| If I’m out of town and you need me to come straight to you, I’ll pop in like
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| the Great Gazoo
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| Astro physiological fast flow
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| My senses are so sharp and rare that I can hear my own hair grow
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| I’m the step courier of raw fresh flurries
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| My verbiage is so turbulent and unearthly I heard it makes stress worry
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| And the best hurry to see if their weak intellect serves me
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| As I have church insurgically wrecked for the best clergy
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| You thirsty dudes need to rehearse your moves
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| I bruise some of you worthless fools
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| While using my first verses from nursery school
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| I don’t see light bulbs when the concept is bred
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| When I get an idea, the Sun appears up over my head
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| Move 'em around like chess pieces
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| The mad lyrical professor with the best thesis
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| Alpha omega angelic writer with blessed deepness
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| Any challenger north south east or west ceases to exist
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| I turn federal agents into medical patients
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| High stratispherical spaces my pedestal placement
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| The flame kindler monument trembler
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| The intricate detail rememberer the shattered mirror reassembler
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| Shorten my paper is a dangerous game
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| I’ll slang them things with an insane deranged orangutan if he don’t bring my
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| change
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| And when you try to be a hero
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| My speech flows and repose weak souls and seep slow through your keyhole
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| Understand that he was loaded with vanity
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| So I chased him on open land and ran him immediately out of humanity
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| My voice though unseen is so gorgeous
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| That the highest skill sources take losses like rich men in divorces
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| And every phrase I ever made is so crazy in every way
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| That the cerebral waves can levitate a Chevrolet
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| And it ain’t smart to chance that
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| 'cause what I send back at you is harder than the man that Medusa glanced at
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| Move em around like chess pieces
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| The mad lyrical professor with the best thesis
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| Alpha omega angelic writer with blessed deepness
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| Any challenger north south east or west ceases to exist |