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Travis been known to spit lyrical backflips on with skate kicks
Osiris had the but I'm all about Axion, Verbal bigspin
I grind your melon for not listenin',
I'm beyond regular, you stuck in position
The funny thing is I don't skate but deflate your whole ego
Manipulate your face and replace it something uglier than
The product of Sha-nae-nae and Patrick havin' a baby
(Damn Travis you crazy) Nah a little misunderstood
I got the planet in confusion, for the simple fact my vocabulary lacks the word
Contusions are placed the bodies of any challengers
I'll my mark then disappear like J.D. Salinger,
As whack continue scuffin' their knees,
Suckin' the of A&R's just to get their platinum chains and cars,
I'ma keep on my thing,
Broke as Macy Gray would be a regular voice trying to sing,
Who wanna bring it to these Crab affiliates,
Act silly and you'll get split down the middle like a gets,
I've had of all these silent menaces,
I'm for peace but you'll get quickly deceased with sentences,
The only witnesses will be notified to come identify the dental records of a kid offended mine,
you a friend of mine so I suggest you call me Mr. McCoy
Hot shit will burn and you boy

We through tape decks and prisma colored markers,
Invade your space feathers from down parka's,
We legends in our own and every rhyme is living proof,
We drinkin' forty's the fountain of youth,
And when we we're pissin' innocence,
Cause in a sense, everything your mouth dispense don't necessarily pay the
Or the phone bills, you can't trade for mic skills,
But if you could I'd be eating lovely, me.

McCoy be like the influenza, flow sick,
These other rappers on old common cold (SHHH),
I'm sicker than that, and plus you suck (YECK) quicker than that,
And H20 aqua we be thicker that, and if at
Anytime shit gets to to handle I'm going out raw,
Chainsaw and all Bruce Cambell,
Steppin' out the darkness an army of creeps,
Caffeine ain't Travis to get no sleep,
Cause cat's speak soft, and quick to front hard Charles Bronson,
Shoutin' out Brooklyn, knowin' they from Wisconsin,
That's why I'm concentratin' when I'm puffin' cheeba,
We down with New York State and the of Geneva,
G-Town's my residence where I stack my dead presidents,
And in my mind it no time for irrelevance, come on now
I thought you knew better, my rhymes are nines and my mouth's a lyrical
But better...YET...I you Sweat like Keith,
And have your whole crew fallin' out like teeth.

We manifest through decks and prisma colored markers,
Invade your like feathers from down parka's,
We in our own times and every rhyme is living proof,
We drinkin' from the fountain of youth,
And when we done we're innocence,
Cause in a sense, everything your mouth dispense necessarily pay the rent
Or the phone bills, you can't food for mic skills,
But if you I'd be eating lovely, believe me.

Who it like us, rip a part it like us,
who you know on the stage and get retarded like us?
Who start it like us, rip a part it us,
who you know jump on the stage and get retarded us?
Who start it like us, rip a it like us,
who you jump on the stage and get retarded like us?
Who it like us, rip a part it like us,
who you jump on the stage and get retarded like us?
GCH make it happen regardless of the element,
From breakdancing, beats, graffiti shit, to rappin',
Who got your mama's clappin'?
Zappin' cats like the third rail, these soundin' sweet over stale ass beats,
Come on get serious, you're making me furious with these clich's and whack hooks
Oh you ain't feelin' me? beat you to death with black books,
Now that I got your undivided, you got a mic? You better it,
I'm creepin' six deep with swords of drunk pirates
With eye patches, no teeth and eye lashes,
so they don't and stay dodgin' car crashes,
I'll smash your pride like a star that just got his stolen,
Bash you with a mic so hard I'll your name swollen,
Cut to the chase just get to the point first, cause frankly
You're shit is worse Fred Durst's best verse,
AND(AND)IT'S(IT'S)LIKE(LIKE)THAT(THAT)

We manifest through tape decks and prisma markers,
your space like feathers from down parka's,
We legends in our own and every rhyme is living proof,
We drinkin' from the fountain of youth,
And when we done pissin' innocence,
Cause in a sense, your mouth dispense don't necessarily pay the rent
Or the phone bills, you can't trade for mic skills,
But if you could I'd be eating lovely, me.