| Ayo, this is for Sean Price. |
| I’m going off beyond twice the
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| Godlike form in all white they call Christ
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| To cross left with a hard right that’ll lift you off like
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| Aerial assaults performed in a «dogfight»!
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| Front to back like fog lights to exhaust pipes
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| From the thunderclap of an arm strike to dissolve life
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| For I discard life like what is left in the cart right when you’re about to
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| card swipe 'cause the market marked it the wrong price!
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| Sick with it, a dick with syphilis
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| From quick bitches that done hit in the six digits
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| «Big Business»! |
| Swizz, Cass, & Kiss vicious!
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| Ironic how I’m bridging the gap with Chris Rivers
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| About to make a cycle begin. |
| I’m from Bus, He’s from Pun
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| It’s the «Round Table Cypher» again!
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| My nigga Flaw’s X’n it, Street Light Mos Def’inite
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| A Forté that’ll put you onto mo' (Geronimo) excellence!
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| And shout to y’all catching this! |
| Considered the best
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| Next to the word-play like Shakespeare with a feathered pen
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| I am where the Etch A Sketch begins
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| What you’re seeing is the connected tether between separate ends
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| The genius becoming the best of friends
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| With the meanest schizophren-I-C in this reflective lens
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| Worse than David Berkowitz with a burner gripped
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| Aimed and exerting his murderous urges with assertiveness! |