face tha world of Fate in a world of hate / girls twirl to verbal rape / 5 Mics rate tha Purple Tape / Colonel Sanders spices, point tha mic ‘n’ squeeze, I’m psychic / mental shots fired outta hot iron, I’m tha designer / of a 16 bar universe that’s fluent in tha usage of madd stupid words you never heard of / resplendent ‘n’ iridescent, Star of David sentences created under tha Fertile Crescent / Science, nuttier than squirrels ‘n’ hella restive ‘n’ aggressive / stayin’ up for a week off p2p tweak, I’m well-rested / with every breath I’m closer to death as we’re all destined / 7 heads, ‘n’ 10 horns is questioned, my narratives show my sanity is questioned / I snatch the olive branch of peace out your hand ‘n’ snap it / my novels is graphic / crack tha bottle of malt liquor open ‘n’ get sloshed, pause, inhale exhale, I’m tha God…
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Listen to me spit over phone from prison, serving 12 yrs for robbery
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