| I wanna live forever
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| I don’t wanna become a cropper
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| And end up dead black like 2 Pac and Big Poppa
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| So I live my life proper ain’t going out like a sucker
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| Fuck turning the other cheek I’d rather wet you with my chopper
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| Bumbared don’t ever think a dissin this mad dread
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| Cause if u look in my dufflebag and find more than eggheads
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| I gotta torture chamber for those who try to test me
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| I look through telescopic sights to get sniped like Wesley
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| I’m walking with an axe, sharper than a samurai
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| See I’m ready for action man, plus I got the eagle eye
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| I multiply like mathematics, rappers panic
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| Sinking like titanic when I switch from manual gears to automatic
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| Like the impact of a car crash I’m causing whiplash
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| I move fast like Frankie Fredricks in the hundred meters dash
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| Master relay baton that be golden, to Ato Bolden
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| Linford Christie to Michael Johnson that’s how fast I smoke em
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| Watch me break a dub-plate melter duck mc can’t shelter
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| Cause I will make u dizzy on the lyrical helter skelter
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| Break a break a 1 9
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| I’ll break your spine with one rhyme
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| Bring the dead to life like Frankenstein
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| With a mind sharper than Einstein
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| My rap structures lasts longer stronger than pyramids
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| This lyrical lyricist
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| I make hardcore rappers sound like ghetto kids
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| I strike the hardest bluff first
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| So fuck the doctors and nurse
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| Cause now you need embalming fluid
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| With the police, the bible and a herse
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| The bubble bursts when I desperse a verse
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| Your body hurts
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| So better be perfect mercy like a sinner repenting in a Church
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| Take heed
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| History in the makin
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| Straight from the depths of freestyle hell
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| Shits official
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| Shits official
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| Take heed
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| History in the makin
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| Straight from the depths of freestyle hell
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| Verbal assault
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| Rhymes rippin through the mix
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| I take life like suicide no murderers committed homicide
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| I’m ahead of the rest and don’t kick metaphors, I kick metafives
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| My vibe is well timed like angels, my lyrics fly
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| I drink the elixer of life
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| So I and I will never die
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| Compare me to the Bible and you’ll see that I’m reality
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| But get me vex and I twist to psycho kill your family sanity
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| My attitude is norman bates
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| My mind state is jason
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| I’m crazy like Freddy Kruger after a session of free basin
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| I cause cardiac arrests and triple heart bypass operations
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| I’m darker bark like dogs rottweilers, and killer alsations
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| African’s ridgebacks they hunt in packs but I hunt solo
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| Before he can blink I make a rapper extinct just like a Dodo
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| My third eye, fly through the sky similar to Han Solo
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| Detecting all the wolfs in sheep’s clothes
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| And undercover rap Homos
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| I’m ready for all Street fighters
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| And so called Mic ingniters
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| Cause I got the golden touch
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| With the double strength of midas
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| My combat attacks the metaphorical facts
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| Strap like a Nats
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| Motherfuckin dubs blades and whacks
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| I scourse tracks
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| My technique is poison pen
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| Uri Geller brain bender
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| The death medicine send a rap career and life ender
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| I kill so many lyricists
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| With my dark poison pen
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| I have to resurrect dead rappers so that I can kill them again
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| I can never replay like Sony Playstation, Arcades so
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| Fuck Mortal Combat Street Fighter Tekken and Soul Blade
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| If your wanna fight fight me Life the lyrical Bruce Lee
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| You’ll be the snake in my minds shadow
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| While the sun shines on me |