you can’t ostracize my viewpoints, I feud with Jake like Hatfields ‘n’ McCoys, ready to lobotomize every MC in tha joint / coin a phrase, I know you lames copped it, you bitch-ass faggots’re all up on that pop shit / tryin’ to be a sensation, I pop clips ‘n’ now you need ventilation, you feel tha Glock’s penetration / his venerated highness Science mocks ya whole roster, ya actin’ skills is worse than Kevin Costner / I’m like a made man mobster, with tha parmigiana pasta, I stole these glass frames made by Prada / with tha champagne lenses, my rhymes are taste sensitive, sportin’ gold medallions shaped like stallions / my heart’s been calloused against ballads ‘n’ Broke back Mountain tossed salad ass-hole lickin’ rappers / MCs end up cadavers like Ol’ Dirty Bastard, I travel in Deloreans with flux capacitors…
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Listen to me spit over phone from prison, serving 12 yrs for robbery
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