| Right this way
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| Make yourself comfortable
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| Lay on this gurney
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| Let me take you on a journey
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| Oh, this needle?
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| Oh, pay no attention to this needle in my hand
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| Look over there, what’s that?
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| My thoughts write with cause and excitement that sparks lightning
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| When I start typing EMF monitors start spiking
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| Raw mic torture officer, forcible strife causer
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| Human version of a DVR, actual life pauser
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| Flammable head scanner burning primitive grammar
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| I see life through the view of a thermal imaging camera
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| Each word that sits beneath my wigs raw
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| Bizarre cause under six seconds I fixed a million mixed bars like jigsaws
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| I turn cyborg when I plug in mic chords
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| I commence the right scores and absorb growing circular light orbs
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| My yawns resemble tiger-like roars leave wounds when I fight wars
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| That look just like infected spider bite soars
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| When the beats played I participate in phrase relays
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| My talent’s infinite and unlimited, yours is prepaid
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| I was drafted by a team of space renegades and remade
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| Got traded after three days due to failure to behave
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| See, when I drop the bomb you should not respond
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| That’s a mismatch like Brock Lesnar in the octagon with a soccer mom
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| What I’m reading you is not even new, it was breeded two
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| Centuries back squeezing the fluid through a timeless feeding tube
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| My flesh is florescent, my essence perfected
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| My chest is connected so each lecture’s directly ingested
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| You ain’t deep at all, you need to give me a call, I speak through walls
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| And people fall and seek treatment like they was breathing ethanol
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| Rap revolution, I’m never neutral to execute you
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| I’ll set a crucial mix of septic juice with your Metamucil
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| We strike mic hands like Thai pads and ignite strands
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| Of saliva that’s disband organs and glands when the first bite lands
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| My tribe is hard to describe, I built a ride and glide where eagles fly
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| But it got denied because it wasn’t legalized
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| Let me advise, I’ve been energized and revitalized
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| By a 105 over-sized radioactive fireflies
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| Beyond DEFCONs the level I’m on
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| Rip through your lungs like the jaws of a megalodon
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| Wet you like Evian, that’s mileage in my lyrical knowledge
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| Unidentified objects guided by invisible pilots
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| Well balanced symmetrical topics I hit your section and shock it
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| Just like a knife in an electrical socket
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| My creativity exists in a perpetual pocket
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| Defying physics flying in multi-directional rockets
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| I graduated from cerebral school, the same night I received a tool
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| A golden microphone powered by diesel fuel
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| My pamphlet sits as a mantlepiece, when it heats it can’t decrease
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| Rap mass transits speak faster than Durant’s release
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| If my message ain’t impressing you, I’ll make a greater spectacle
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| Leave Texas and long distance arm wrestle you
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| For my flow base is hard to locate, I’ll pitch eight tons of hate over the plate
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| I throw knuckle curves that go straight
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| My right hand never landed, it glanced him
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| Still caused gigantic canyons, kidnapped aliens for whole planet ransoms
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| Red beamed your camp till shirts get extremely damp
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| Then make a clean vamp into a Coke bottle size 'I Dream of Jeannie' lamp
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| The pyromaniac burning thoughts and brains with arson gains
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| The smoke that came off the flames departs in pain
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| Relaxed to the hilt, the raps that I’ve built
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| Trigger chaotic variations in the axial tilt
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| When K’s in the mood, I be mic tasing a dude
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| I won’t eat unless there’s broken razorblades in the food
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| Check the evidence, I inject permanent speech impediments
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| Charge elements of malevolent cyber intelligence
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| I’m taking part in extreme events
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| High level experiments that seem intense when team members switch fingerprints
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| I spoke and tease even dope MCs, my outer body skill I show with ease
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| While breaking in your house from overseas
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| Intellect bench-press land masses and then wreck
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| I trend set and deck rappers with zebra kick chin checks
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| We leave frauds served like hors d’oeuvres
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| Cause we speak raw words that hit the ground so hard that the cars swerve |