I penetrate tha fake with a thin blade / how I facilitate my anger, cut thru tha layers ‘n’ spray flame at tha naysayers / I snort cocaine by tha flaky acre ‘n’ spit hate at tha Pope like Sinead O’Connor / snatch a golden plated rope off a primadonna’s throat that supports commercial corporate logos, yo this ain’t Kansas Toto / leave my handprints scrawled on tha wall ‘n’ take photos for evidence, Twisted’s possessed, call the exorcist / tha Hip Hop president, elected by the electorate, exquisite ‘n’ bless-ed, passive-aggressive ‘n’ nonchalant / all my exes were turned on by my verbal finesses, caught by tha fleshes, erogenous zones get probed ‘n’ all that’s heard is “yesses” / a legend within my own right, from my tippy-toes to my mind, hoes get high from bein’ in Milo’s presence / right below Heaven’s where I rested on tha 7th day, retrace metaphorically tha parable of Creation / don’t rub me tha wrong way, you love it or hate it / bend over yo, this is how you’re gonna take it / I’m hella persuasive with these pervasive razor blade remarks, you know I’m workin’ when I’m wearin’ a paisley scarf…
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Listen to me spit over phone from prison, serving 12 yrs for robbery
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