lear at God, I’ll snatch ya lira God, I’m tha lyric God / I put tha fear in God, stick her hard n all you hear is “God” / verbally theres no God on Earth like me, my verse is like Hercules or Mercury, I work tha words purged from me / into ornamental shapes n sizes, assimilate to rhyme spit in tha Last Daysa Time, mass graves get designed / we live to die, flippant n glib / I script off-color rhymes that’s off-kilter sippin Miller Genuine Draft / I’ll have 16 bars on my epitaph, 1 after tha next / poetic death threats splash from beyond tha grave / cross my heart, I spit darts of hate that devastate ninjaz out they mainframes…
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Listen to me spit over phone from prison, serving 12 yrs for robbery
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