fire my way thru tha barricades, fight my way up into tha conflict with a lack of conscience / conscientious backpack rappers scatter, I fill coffins / ill taste like cherry lozenges, every last dollar’s spent to fill tha clip / penny saved’s a penny earned, I ash blunts in urns ‘n’ speak witty truth like Howard Stern / germ warfare, scorch tha 4Square, duel-edged full fledge sword evens tha score, I choke ninjaz with mic cords / wrapped tight around their throat ferociously / bitches fall hopelessly in love with tha way Science rocks mic devices / I shine like sunlight in tha horizon brighter than Christ did, excersizin’ my Last Rites…
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