A born martian murder marshall's speed walking
What the fuck did i just say? That's the trees talking
So you wanna rhyme deep, throw you in the sea rhyme to the dolphins
The fatherless, motherless, child orphan that resides in Boston
I blinded all the onlookers, so the streets aren't watching
I'm clocking punches in, soloist leave em soaken
choken off the rhyme blend, my minds grim
The reapers in the house again, torturing your fuck friends
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My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
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