either which way I’ma spit till I’m a geezer / from Bronx block parties to graffiti Masterpiece theater/ tha rap Caesar slap happy hazardous to minor leaguers / by ‘n’ large, cliques get sedated by my narcotic bars /negatively positive pessimistic thoughts coexistant with 3rd optic realism / word to God yo, I blow Phillies ‘n’ Optimos post-gutted ‘n’ I prefer dark skin tone sluts with big buttockses / I eat a MC for lyrical sustenance like children suckle a wet nurse’s nipple like formulas thru rubber nips / all y’all supposed rappers spit a verse, what tha fuck is this? you ain’t no MC yo, go back to tha drawing board / just cuz you win awards don’t mean you shouldn’t sharpen ya sword/ stay on guard cuz I’m like “en garde”, you lames’ skill is spares / 12, 16 or 48 straight, I got bars…
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Listen to me spit over phone from prison, serving 12 yrs for robbery
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