| I don’t know if I’m choking or laughing ahahahahahah
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| Send your people out!
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| Send them out!
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| I’m not concerned with what an Uzi does, I’ll leave you in a pool of blood
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| Like throwing a live shark inside your Jacuzzi tub
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| They know I’m sick so they just quit, you’ve got some Toy 'R' Us spit
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| My verbal thrust kicks could make a bus split
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| I’m parasitic microfilaria
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| After tearing the flesh from your bone I show up at another battle wearing ya
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| My kill
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| The scene was so grizzly, cops was asking people if they saw which way the bear
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| went
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| Strike with permanent empowerment
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| As I slide my body lit between the half inch slits of your air vent
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| I don’t move weight, I smuggle straps
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| But I do cover maps and pop caps like the air pockets on bubble wraps
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| My quotes leave approaches with broke knees
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| Hold them up like trophies and let them soak until they curdle up like goat
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| cheese
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| MCs matching what I spoke, please?
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| Telekinetically pulling up oak trees and turning ignitions with no keys
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| My skill is blinding, really it’s a mind thing
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| Drop a rhyme scheme and make the booth look like a Chryme Scene
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| Spine tingling verses to show you I’m King
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| The liquid substance that he regurgitated was lime green
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| I wrote soliloquies at false heed
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| My flow seeds grow in your dome piece and cause avalanche nosebleeds
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| I fly up and push the Sun higher, when I race I wait 'til I’m tired
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| Lay down on my back and still run right by ya
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| I’m splashing flames on an average brain
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| Cut him up on a plane, his slash remains came later on a baggage claim
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| I speak through a male meter
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| I feed off aortic vowel walls, of lousy readers like a
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| The back flipping rap acrobat
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| I’ll rap for eternity plus 10 additional centuries after that
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| The pen I’m grabbing, it strikes perpetually accurate
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| Extracting the yolk out of an egg without cracking it
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| The institution’s most extreme patient
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| Concentrations so great that I reconstruct a body after cremation
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| Heathens nurse from my weakened verse
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| I plant lyric sheets in dirt that burrow deep and burst, disperse and eat the
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| Earth
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| My skill is blinding, really it’s a mind thing
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| Drop a rhyme scheme and make the booth look like a Chryme Scene
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| Spine tingling verses to show you I’m King
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| The liquid substance that he regurgitated was lime green
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| Connect the dots while I surge you like a breakfast spot
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| Make your throat swell up so big that your neck just pops
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| Once I lock you in my thoughts you won’t escape my head
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| The victim bled so much my yellow tape was red
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| My skill is blinding, really it’s a mind thing
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| Drop a rhyme scheme and make the booth look like a Chryme Scene
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| Spine tingling verses to show you I’m King
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| The liquid substance that he regurgitated was lime green |