| I morph into an arrow from a crossbow, forgo your torso
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| And throw myself at the compartment where your thoughts grow
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| Cardio blows kill your heart slow
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| Composed decades of raw flow but lost no skill over the cost though
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| My tongue got four blades like a Quattro
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| When it sparks in war mode, it offs foes like a dog swollen from parvo
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| I barked so hard my own jaw broke
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| I host a talk show and narcissistic marks get roasted in the dark smoke
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| My speech shocks like a hot grease pot
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| The least drops secretes enough heat to leave potholes in the street top
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| A hundred years later the heat stops
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| To properly clean up what leaks out you need a thousand square feet mop
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| Now I’m smoking brains over open flame steam
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| And I’m throwing pain beams that make novocaine scream
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| I’m lynching them with the throw speed of Lincecum
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| And in the interim, no-ones even allowed to think, vision or mention him
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| When I don’t have a mic device to flow on
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| My spawned robotic protons let me to remove my whole arm like Voltron
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| Then hard as granite my hand gets, my fist becomes expansive
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| I speak through it and rapid vocals transmit
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| The marvel syntax gambit, I ran it
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| When the ethereal telephone is ringing I span planets to answer it
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| As soon as you make a mad try to be a bad guy
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| I’ma pass by, snatch and hide you inside of a flash drive
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| Known to speak fast as gazelle feet
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| While you release words that excrete the kind of discharge a snail leaks
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| Rain, hail, sleet, I scale beats and reach rocket propelled peaks
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| You can’t see me but feel me like Braille sheets
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| Moving with the force of a whale fleet, I swell cheeks for twelve weeks
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| My tongue punctures lungs deeper than nail cleats
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| Over elite teachers I prevail sweet, completely delete
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| And keep you between the border where Heaven and Hell meet
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| Methods extend far beyond the weapons of men
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| The heat pressure of my rap sheets registers measure of ten
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| Hidden messages within my word lessons again
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| Skill kills any time you put the ‘S' at the end
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| Nonetheless I’m the professor who invented the test
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| My consciousness got much compressed into a minute or less
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| Happy to say that you’re a «Cast Away» captive of K
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| Kidnapped tomorrow so you’re eternally trapped in today
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| And time flies so I mixed and made it hard to surmise
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| So an hour from now won’t even be there when you arrive
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| I misdirect seconds with chronologic evil effects
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| You have to rewind the time to find week after next
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| Notice the threats that I exploded like loaded tecs
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| Holes in his solar plex', his stomach turns like a Roll-O-Decks
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| And then my throat injects a mainstream artist with spoken gangrene
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| That’s so supreme it left a growth on him long as a planes wing
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| Your back is dropped over the top of some jagged rocks, these
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| Average flocks watch me like Magnavox as I shatter blocks and ravage spots
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| The arrowbot whose so past the top I piss on astronauts
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| With massive shots, I’m like two surgeons, I’m a paradox
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| The more rotten rappers plot, the worse my habit got
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| And oxygen is no longer an option when the cabin locks
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| I stare at dots till my hair is hot, one of my savage plots
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| Will have knots soft as a fabric washed bag of socks
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| I rock a beat till the cops retreat, known to block the street
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| And drop some heat even with taser guns shocking me
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| I’m obviously elite you can not compete
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| Jotted my topics deep into the night, when I finish writing the clock will sleep
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| My jabs raps are great, they decapitate
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| What used to be a rapper’s face is now only a neck under a massive space
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| I’m half erased basket case
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| Once my styles gas your place, they leave a 98 day after taste
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| I multiply bars for more rhymes
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| See when I design them I write every line differently four times
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| My intellectual home is a terror zone
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| My baritone is known to circulate strong psychedelic pheromones
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| I shoot free throws with globes and bowl strikes with frontal lobes
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| Compose and make a hundred robed scholars look like one year olds
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| Stunning flows, I hold a tonne of those, right-handed atomic blows
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| Medics don’t know how to keep holes in his stomach closed |
| To grasp my ideas take five years
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| My senses work in reciprocities so my ears see and my eyes hear
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| So twisted that even love hated me, I insatiably ate for weeks
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| I’m so crazy that bravery’s afraid of me
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| Barricade yourself in the back of your house
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| And I’ll be reaching through keyholes and snatching you out
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| My multiple styles left him so toxified his throat fried
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| The planet’s diameter, I was standing on both sides
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| No surprise that I go harder than most guys
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| And flow until he’s lifeless and won’t stop until his ghost dies
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| The super speed letter monster
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| I’m reading aloud fifty thousand words a minute on the teleprompter
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| Dominate and skill preponderant, once the Sun was lit
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| I lunged a tonne of spit and encompassed it for the fun of it
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| That’s nonsense, not an honest accomplishment
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| The velocity I’m coming with is so prominent the speedometer vomited
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| Never seeking the glamour, I get deep in the grammar
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| Slam my words into your face like the teeth of a hammer
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| And regardless if your claws are cleaner, my internal bars are meaner
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| Scar you in a large arena somewhere out in Argentina
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| I walk a path between pacifist and acid fiend
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| Blast you with gasoline, film it and watch it on a plasma screen
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| My writing past supreme, flow tactics are baffling
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| He last was seen a mile from Abilene in a vast ravine
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| I watch these known cats recycle and clone raps
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| I architected hard digital dome slap phone apps
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| Slaughter every name on my rhyme list
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| Explosives in a dozen roses, guess you could say I killed them with kindness |