| I ain’t no wrestler but I’ll body slam MCs with a flow
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| My clique be running shit like the NWO
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| No mercy in this rap game I’ve come with the blade
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| Fuck some clippers, lyrics sharp enough to tighten your fade
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| We can trade brains a month just to see who can wreck it
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| Mines so powerful your fucking head’ll bust the first second
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| I possess syllabic cyanide so rappers dissolve
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| In the weakest part of my wisdom universes evolve
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| See I blast into the future, location exact
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| I’m bringing rhymes from the year 2028 back
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| Scientists couldn’t resist the hypnotism of K
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| Words travel killing MCs seven planets away
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| Of the sinister motherfuckers, I’m the chief of the panel
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| Attacking like atoms cracking where my anger was channelled
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| You was running but I didn’t move and still won the race
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| Push your head in the cassette and fast forward your face
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| You motherfuckers better learn my name
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| Ain’t no mercy when you step up in this damn Rap game
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| All you weak hoes sound the same
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| It ain’t no mercy when you check your basic ass up in the game
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| Many tried, we can have this battle in or outside
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| If you rhymed first and died before my turn I wouldn’t let you slide
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| 'Cause before they put your ass in the ground
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| I’ll stand over your damn body busting rhymes to win the fucking round
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| Quick to initiate some bad luck
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| I got seven personalities and all of 'em is agg as fuck
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| Lyric addicted so I’ll never quit
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| I’ll give you credit though you kinda good, on second thought, «Man,
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| fuck that shit»
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| I’ll break you in a million parts with my thesis
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| Then shatter each one of those million broken parts into a million pieces
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| Just like sports but I got other reasons
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| I hold the record for the most rappers fucked up in one season
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| If I don’t warn my opponent he’s subject to run
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| See all I said was mic check he said, «fuck it you won»
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| Doubled my skills miles per hour so my thoughts improve
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| Making me counteract before you make your first move
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| You motherfuckers better learn my name
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| Ain’t no mercy when you step up in this damn Rap game
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| All you weak hoes sound the same
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| It ain’t no mercy when you check your basic ass up in the game
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| I’m in South Park Coalition bound
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| S.P.C. |
| till they put me in the ground
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| I’m in South Park Coalition bound
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| S.P.C. |
| till they put me in the ground
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| You can’t handle the hell I make while I verbally telestrate
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| Scholars wonder how I persist to go deeper yet elevate
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| Honestly, physically, mentally no rappers astonish me
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| In a room one thousand images of K, now which one is me?
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| In a zone too powerful to withstand it alone
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| Your panic was shown, I swing microphones turning planets to stone
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| Vanished and gone to oblivion, never energized
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| The only way I’ll let you win is if the winner dies
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| Instrumental fiending to blast like a gun slug
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| My radio was still bumping while it was unplugged
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| No battery, miraculous scripture composer excel higher
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| Injecting countless kilograms of Hell fire
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| Hallucinate the points where you’re doubting reality
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| Rappers be scrap to me emphatically shattered anatomies
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| Understand I’m busting like a harpoon
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| I was born in South Park but I ain’t talking about that cartoon
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| No Mercy
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| You motherfuckers better learn my name
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| Ain’t no mercy when you step up in this damn Rap game
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| All you weak hoes sound the same
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| It ain’t no mercy when you check your basic ass up in the game
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| I’m in South Park Coalition bound
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| S.P.C. |
| till they put me in the ground
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| I’m in South Park Coalition bound
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| S.P.C. |
| till they put me in the ground
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| URRRAAAGH |