5 ‘n’ dime MCs get eaten like heathens ‘n’ pork sausage, I hold tha mic hostage, ears get accosted/ palates salivate ‘n’ hearts palpitate wild; how I calculate thoughts in italics, brolic, I frolic with tha foulest / sippin’ Ballentine outta goblets, eatin’ chocolates from Valentine’s listenin’ to Guns ‘n’ Roses, “Sweet Child ‘O Mine” / yo, stay in line, stay advised, there’s no way to equate to mine, Science - tha man, tha myth, I’m legendary, make Death stay out tha cemetary / drifts I sniff gimme drips ‘n’ you MCs resemble chicks / what’s tha skinny? Milo 1, expunge thugs from cliques, ashes to ashes dust to dust ‘n’ guns expend clips / pensive, Kabbalick knowledge is needed for my sentence / caucus, Caucasoid, Caucasian rockin’ with tha so pekid tone / blow a bone rolled in a gold leaflet / to each his own, blow tha bone till it’s a roach ‘n’ then I eat it…
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Listen to me spit over phone from prison, serving 12 yrs for robbery
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