trapped in tha belly, tha heat is weltering ‘n’ my brain’s swelling / I’ma kill everybody ‘n’ bring ‘em to hell with me / our difference is felonies / I commit them ‘n’ you’re tha victim, hell bent to bring you all to my level / climb tha trestle to get high as treble, raise tha decibel / nestled with shouts in my heavy mental ousted like hidden homosexuals / stark ravin’ bars of hatred are carved ‘n’ scar faces/ subpar MCs are present yet archaic / bust you in tha face with a statement that makes tha paint chip / abrasive ungracious, how I feel so alienated / no correlation between a true MC purist ‘n’ today’s shit / scrape tha fake after a dinner date / subjugate ‘em ‘n’ take ‘em to their wake, I’ll make ‘em fashionably late ‘n’ if that’s tha case, I make a grand entrance with Death as my henchman / with Jesus Christ as my witness, I need no assistance / Milo’s livin’ proof of tha God’s existence / Science, tha thorn deep in tha lion’s paw / faux pas, bright as Orion, lord of the underground like Osiris / 2-finger rings, 2-finger fat black Pilots / styles sharp as katanas ‘n’ pirhanas’ smilin’…
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Listen to me spit over phone from prison, serving 12 yrs for robbery
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