bring tha culture back, I’ll make your soul collapse yo / potent poetic, throats get stabbed before there’s time for an edit / ‘n’ my shit long enough to touch both ya tonsils ‘n’ when you laugh my nut splash up out ya nostrils / I make tha 6th sense audible ‘n’ when you hear me it inflates your lymph nodules, it’s possible but not probable that you could outspit me / find your kitches bitches, take your half-baked flow back to the kitchen / grab a 6-packa coke n chop up n put it in ya nose / I hold attention hostage n rob spots with tha pantyhose / fuck a Grammy yo, I just want grams n grams for my nose plus to get up in your panties hoe / I battle guitars with banjos, lampin’ with hoes that got more ass than Amber Rose, check out my grammar yo, my prose make foes stammer/ watch ya manners, my bantor’s candid n opens sinus passages like camphor…
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Listen to me spit over phone from prison, serving 12 yrs for robbery
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