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Fuckin' with a nigga like myself your fail
Laverne's gear shows your record so unless the hoe's butt
You're a loser, decrepit, shoulda kept it to lonesome
But you like, look everybody, I'm a microphone crumb
You oughta turn to me, I flaunt vocally
First team all university while squad is benchin' locally
Don't mention joke to me, aiyyo dem niggaz ain't
Ain't the niggaz gutsy, after the disembowelin'

Don't fuck around, I eat out with your shorty the crew
And she be late for head, she want a and dreads
And of you, a little stinger
My shit'll bring the epitome of bitterly
Forever living crazy minded to tell us
How you do it on the power-U, it's simple shit'll get
Don't let me bring it God I swing it like little kid bops
So front I keep the vexin', but to the heads
Stay pleasant to the ears just think of Lauryn Hill on sexin'

Relentless poetic rhyme never ceases
Forever the mic lyric contact I be open
Naturally high and no to pass the Dutchie
I'm the living circle dot dot, nobody can touch me
At my post, the most high exalted, mind
When I rap it it's strictly, I can't he just said that shit
crews, who can't think straight sober
My over your head, I enjoy the aerial view

from the bird's eye, in my scenario, of dominance
Filth eatin' weaklings, we're bum rushin' like dirty
Raisin', my Iron Curtain my words the gospel
No or giant serpents, the enlightened apostle
J-Treds, I lace like tennis players top seeded
Not meanin' to a racket, or front the menace
My speak for themselves, so feel me
'Cause on the mic I've got presence
Than attendance in a class of schizophrenics, hear

Drink to that pick up raps,
Got craving my living proof, mixture of speech and wine
To' up from just the but pass the liquor it's over
Henny even when twisted I get open like Venetian blinds
Flow, the fire in which you burn slow
I indelible
J-Treds, Juggaknotz, to the flame you ought not
I indelible

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I the Don Digital, slash, piranha
Alongside poor terrible surgeons, who blur comic
And wonder how to get bent, that Malatov shit
Unstoppable object unmovable wall and space split
This rogue cherub got his own twisted agenda, catch
on flat lines, you witness me grow way beyond corporate control
Let eat cake, 'cause I introduce myself as a mistake
through the quills with a serrated barb stabbed, sharp in the gut

Now we can all become Lord of the
When this industry sees it's
Hold it up and try to destruct you get zapped with dead
The five factions gigantic the up and get touched
The group hugs you received from your support
Can't protect you the bum rush

I'm known to slip arsenic mickies in soup then reform
With an fierceness, display these powers of storm
I wasn't born in a manger but I still received gifts
listed they're Big Juss, Mr. Len, and I
See the creatures scurry, I the killer, caution
Try to off of the pile but you choked on my motherfuckin' portion
within' my excrement bitch parody
Your insanity is my clarity, not to convention
Is a great war weapon, disguised under the guise of
But still prison, the bad batch of

Who stands, who falls, is the one the DJ calls lick the ass crack
On the wack I keep tabs Timothy Leary and or Ascap
The iron lung is non rustable, you're
As in smoking or sonic contracts
That haven't been thoroughly
Got my up in your mouth like cock or gingivitis
When every rhyme the official
New blueprint for

Catch a smack to the face on
Even I say nothing it's a beautiful use of negative space
is invincible, El-P don't forget the fuckin' name
Come on Colombo I you figured this shit out
sounds the same

It me great pleasure when true elements get together
And lace the track enough to withstand, any type of weather
If you it I got it, chemically hemming up the seams
a poly-epoxy type of a mixture that be, fatal if you sniff it
These, stupid ones pop the
Then lean into the sound's
Watch these straight box you up
Coming with clean concise thoughts, penetrating
Not beyond your comprehension but ejected wide the barrel

Yo, catch the glimpses of the planet once known as Earth
That gravitated, before inner violence heated it up, it burnt
It be these two style niggaz who will rock off any beat you push
Cell down south goodie mob and special Ed's the bush
It's like this, for the niggaz who got sleepin' and didn't know
It be four actors crazy kings, worlds to revolve around CoFlow
at you in a blazing orange hunting vest thirty yard night scope
First day of deer hunting, you got out like the foreign Juss
Not the type of nigga to steal any too long son
I lace you, leave the EP evidence and then I'm gone