| I flow in a boastful motion then go into a postal explosion
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| That angers oceans and causes coastal erosion
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| A non-negotiable rogue choking, left throats broken
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| I’m not sociable but I’m open to smoke you into lotion
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| Millenniums might appear before your sight clears
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| Point blank range to K-Rino's a million light years
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| I hang in the high planes get paid to use slang
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| In battles my molars change into rattle snake fangs
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| My brain is a Saturn thrown arrow
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| My cerebral waves travel to a depth that will make abyss' look shallow
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| Each page of my speech holds the rage of a beast
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| On a stage I laid in a locked cage on a leash
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| A literary stake I drive in ya
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| They call me the 'Cinco de Mayo Killer' cause I may put five in ya
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| Infect you with a sick line that’ll stay alive in ya
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| The CSI guy might die when he starts describing ya
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| I bomb ya with deep extreme New Jack trauma
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| Yet I’m calm enough to sleep between two black mambas
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| Butt naked without a suit of armor or gun or snake charmer
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| And if it’s cold I’m a hold 'em next to me to stay warmer
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| My malice extreme, I ravish through talented teams
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| I was seen tearing a spleen on a balancing beam
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| Through time no one has written more historical lines
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| And left family members crying and picking floral designs
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| See these stupid guy utilize foolish pride, my vocals shot through his ride
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| Didn’t hit him but scared him so bad the fool just died
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| Left him crucified with a noose applied
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| Charged me with double murder his soul left his flesh and committed suicide
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| Neutralize crews, how can you survive?
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| My paper and pen explode like planets and meteors when the two collide
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| You was tried then euthanized
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| Me with a mic is like an arsonist and blowtorch unsupervised
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| What I shoot will make Jupiter move aside
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| Magnificent lyrical bigamist, verbal homicide is my newest bride
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| Separate the truth from lies
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| Treat ya like fast food places do your fries, murder you supersized
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| See your death hand was willingly dealt
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| I got a stealth that will make facilities melt in my utility belt
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| I’m the paradox, the earthquake, the damage and the aftershocks
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| My teeth are like jagged rocks that can chop and snap an ox
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| It ain’t my fault you’re pretending
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| I say the same rhyme twenty times with twenty alternate endings
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| I’ll chase them down till I catch 'em
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| And if he flex I’ma stretch him across the electromagnetic spectrum
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| I cut writers to confetti, I’m the lyrical Jim Kelly
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| I got the beast trapped in my belly
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| He studied every line, said he had a style that he had perfected
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| But I bet his petty mind’s not ready
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| My head’s the conduit, the energy runs through it
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| Write one bar and give you a year to respond to it
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| All these dudes is rooted in foolish music, don’t misconstrue it
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| Label new recruits are clueless, they grew from garbage to sewage
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| I’m the shrewdest human moving, consuming nuclear fluids
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| Proving I’m the truest, tutor students from Jewish to Buddhist
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| If he so chooses, we’ll manoeuvre to the Moon to do this
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| I’m the coolest and you ain’t got nothing on me like a nudist
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| My rhyme is a time of scientific assignments
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| Subject you to simultaneously variations of climate
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| While my rep grow, your flows pinker than Pepto
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| The keynote speaker at the necro expo
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| Don’t feel me, ripping on camera, K’s worse
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| I release lyrical spurts like gamma ray burst
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| I said don’t feel me, ripping on camera, K is worse |