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

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

Relentless poetic never ceases infinity
Forever smokin' the mic lyric contact I be
high and no need to pass the Dutchie
I'm the living circle circle dot dot, can touch me
At my post, the most exalted, mind blower
When I rap it strictly, I can't believe he just said that shit
crews, who can't think straight sober
My flows over head, I enjoy the aerial view

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

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

Check check check check check

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

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

I'm known to arsenic mickies in talk soup then reform
With an unprecedented fierceness, these powers of storm
I born in a manger but I still received three gifts
listed they're Big Juss, Mr. Len, and I
See the field scurry, I the killer, caution
Try to merk off of the pile but you choked on my portion
Spade within' my excrement bitch
insanity is my clarity, not to mention convention
Is a great war weapon, disguised under the of institutionalism
But prison, the bad batch of jism

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, overrated
As in smoking dust or sonic
That been thoroughly debated
Got my name up in your mouth like or gingivitis
When every rhyme becomes the
New for wannabewriters

Catch a smack to the on principle
Even when I say nothing it's a use of negative space
Indelibles is invincible, El-P don't the fuckin' name
Come on Colombo I know you this shit out
Nobody sounds the

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

Yo, catch the rarest of the planet once known as Earth
That gravitated, before inner violence heated it up, then it
It be these two slide niggaz who will rock off any beat you push
Cell therapy 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 these four actors crazy kings, worlds to revolve around
Coming at you in a blazing orange hunting vest thirty night scope
day of deer hunting, you got scoped out like the foreign Juss
Not the of nigga to steal any scene too long son
I might lace you, leave the EP evidence and I'm gone