I slit tracheas yo, your rhymestyle’s clits ‘n’ labias yo / my metaphors metamorph from pistols to swords / even tha score ‘n’ cut off ya noggin, Knolege God Science, poor ‘n’ righteous, I write dope lines ‘n’ snort hyphens / drunk off life like Dionysus sippin’ Canada Dry ‘n’ smokin’ weed for my arthritis / kaleidoscope minded, to Moses Law I’m binded / you’ll get blindsided by tha refined rhymes of Jeremiah’s / when I recite it, I’m reminded that I might be a giant / a verbal tyrant more terrible than Ivan / please kid, I cross ninjaz like Jesus, stab ‘em in tha lung, they pay a mortal price to be beatified ‘n’ Christed / Milo is an alien Caucasian hybrid sendin’ kites to pharmacologists sayin’ fuck a moral crisis / criminologists rob ballers, no thought’s twice / knives enter your voice box like Pac got in Big’s wife…
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Listen to me spit over phone from prison, serving 12 yrs for robbery
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