| Crowds gather in amazement as I’m lowered from the clouds
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| I’m so artful it should be unlawful
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| I record your life so I can fast-forward or pause you like DVR’s do
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| The flawless grand martial
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| Who imports volumes of thoughts from rap law school
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| And gives you minutes to memorise what I’ve taught you
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| I’m prolific, inventive, unlimited
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| Demented and so intent with the sin of my pre-eminence I swim in it
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| Fast as a light flash, I swing the mic past you and dash
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| Leaving a gash in a meteorite mask
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| Nuclear isotones in my microphones
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| I use them for slicing stones
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| And manufacturing Gaboon viper clones
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| Extremities I cut those
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| Juxtapose them in bowls
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| Swallow your pieces then regurgitate you up hole
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| I might resort to a cyber thought
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| And taught you so extreme that your life support machine will need life support
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| It’s the skill, the words, the pull that grabs you
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| The sickness, the volume, the voice that stabs you
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| The idea that broke through, forcefully provoked you
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| Maniacal manifesto, the hand that chokes you
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| You throw me off the podium? |
| Please
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| Folded MCs, I carry mic’s on a chain like custodian keys
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| K-Rino don’t need herbal upliftment
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| 'Cus every night I’m delivered a different shipment of lethal verbal equipment
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| Style impressive, wild and aggressive, issuing private lessons
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| Teaching how to draw invisible person composite sketches
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| Vivid as gold, keep delivering blows
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| Until your brain is imposed, (?) by the bridge of your nose
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| No vision, I think you need your eyes cleaned
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| So I’m comprising a combination of gasoline and Vizine
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| From the planet, the dumb are banished, I swung my hand
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| And once it landed his stomach looked like the inside of a pomegranate
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| Fact spitter, habitual hat splitter, more attacks than granulate in the sacks
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| of cat litter
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| I enter keys, printed out, then I leave
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| Three thousand degrees vehement fevers when I sneeze
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| I told your fans, I’m the coldest man
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| I grow and then shrink you down to size
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| And hold your clan in a Folgers can
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| Nervous and strain, I’m like turbulent rain
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| Serving your slang every two minutes interpreters change
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| Perfectly trained, removable and re-insertable brain
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| Air strikes with word flames make convertible planes
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| My memory is so astoundingly cool
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| That I can view a full pool
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| And tell you next week if an ounce was removed
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| I engrave rap’s under-weighed caps
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| Plus every day I run around the equator for 108 laps
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| After that, 100 cats I’ll bomb up
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| Erase a whole population before the sun’s up and that’s just warm up
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| Verses, you get bladed for just taking one
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| My phrases penetrate your tongue like a battery powered staple gun
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| And once the fun and backs complete
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| I turn the same page over and it’s blank because I write on everlasting sheets |