I Twist Scientific arcane shit like Yale university archaic 33 ‘n’ a 3rd Degree Freemason initiations / flags is left half-mast when Knolege God slashes half-ass MCs with tongue lashes / extracted from tha palate ‘n’ splashes tha canvas ‘n’ leaves an acrid stench like shit on upper lips from tossed salad / malice is extended, extortion’s the intention, catch a rapper on tha fence like a gang affiliate / he’ll still get critically injured by tha impure thoughts that tha God spit point blank from tha verbal biscuit / a-tisket a-tasket, I’ll send you all to hell, make sure you bring tha handbasket, I spit tha clichés ‘n’ tha adages / get your Science accurate, I throw vocal flashbang handgrenades that rubberneck tha traffic / my pen is tappin’ more than loveless sex addicts’ public displays of they asses, I draft 16 with an asterisk…
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Listen to me spit over phone from prison, serving 12 yrs for robbery
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