whips crash carnage Ďní all you rappers is garbage / flags stay half-mast cuz death happens, itís hard to harness / who started this? I donít know but Iíma end it with 1 sentence, aka 16 bars in a clip / emphasis on tha harshness, I attack a track with visuals like spiritual auras / I psyche psyches throughout society / Scienceís verbal piety to Hip Hop is in a variety of steezos, I keep tha piso at 9 Ďní 3 / a butcher knife MC, meat cleaver demeanor, smoke signals in tha chimney / Iíll gladly pay you Tuesday like Wimpy, my Wu-Tang sword style alludes to my appetite for rappiní right/ I craft a rhyme so dope Iím forced to snort it up tha nostril with no cartilage, it goes straight to the throat / my bars is so ill, their carcinogenic, my syntax got hella sin in it God, itís just how my pen scripts itÖ
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Listen to me spit over phone from prison, serving 12 yrs for robbery
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