| I rap back reaching the past, and snatch actual facts
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| Automatically manufacturing unspeakable acts
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| I’m a lyrical blunt, everybody’s taking a drag
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| Plus I’m the only man that carries a earthquake in a bag
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| Rappers suffer the pain, my mic cause a jugular vain
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| They did surgery on my right knee and discovered a brain
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| I can see you without looking and hear you without listening
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| Kill you without touching you, organs and limbs missing
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| I was a seven-foot embryo, defying all logic
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| I don’t grow I shrink, when I’m ninety-five I’ll be microscopic
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| I make participles dangle, you hang when I strangle
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| My prophecies complex like isosceles triangles
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| My scholastic theses are masterpieces
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| That leads to tropical spastic paraparesis
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| I manhandle the intangible, I drop annual rap instruction manuals
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| You don’t make sense like a vegetarian cannibal
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| I want you to understand
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| (Yeah, understand boy)
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| That I came to take your mind
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| (It's my brain, ain’t nothing you can do fool, feel it)
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| I want you to understand
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| (It belong to me)
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| That I came to take your mind
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| (Ain't nothing you can do homie, raise up off it, come here)
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| Me fraudulent? |
| Please, I’m sabotaging MCs
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| Become one with the oxygen, camouflaged in the breeze
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| I got people locked in a secret spot on my abstract thought
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| But the deeper plot will drop verses that will tamper with the equinox
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| Verses I send bring earth to a end
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| Impregnated my girlfriend, she gave birth to a pen
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| Two-thousand and four and I’m still housing your crew
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| When will I lose, say it to you backwards (four-thousand and two)
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| They locked me up with a thousand books, it didn’t suffice
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| I came out two hours later, had read all of them twice
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| I’m a vessel of skill, I might launch a missile at will
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| My DNA stands for Don’t Need A pistol to kill
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| Do you believe in alien abduction, is it a stunt?
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| Well I do, hell, I abducted three or four last month
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| Roll up in a tinted black car screaming «Allah Akbar»
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| I dissect anatomies and leave them scattered in clinics
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| I go get them and reassemble them in a matter of minutes
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| A spectacular finish reenacted with accurate penance
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| Multiple lyrical combinations packed in a sentence
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| Every moment precise, I like to pull my chrome in a heist
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| Put your dome in some ice and insert a small homing device
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| You can’t leak with these deep idiosyncrasies
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| Boy I drink degrees so everytime I think you freeze
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| It’s the lyrical surge, the mental and physical merge
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| You see a blank page but I’m seeing invisible words
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| My black book travels alone, people think it’s alive
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| I do shows, sometimes it’s at the club before I arrive
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| The degenerate that diminishes winning percentages
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| My road trips consist of interplanetary scrimmages
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| A K-Rino clone ain’t something that I’m tryna condone
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| I’m indescribable, my mind got a mind of its own |