I dabble criminal mischief, my brain’s scrambled due to illicit drugs I’m sniffin’ ‘n’ pigs wanna bust me ‘cuz of whom I kick it with / I bring ruck regardless, I got tha bisquit cocked ‘n’ infrared sight’s locked on ya knot / more wicked than four sixes imprinted on a God’s wig, omens is ominous / I’m like broken promises from weekend fathers to kids, leavin’ victims in nondescript pine boxes / negative positive, attract the opposite / rock to paper, paper to sizz / blitzkrieg sentences compromise cats’ convictions / I leave sweat drippin’ off tha mic with metaphors that metamorphisize to tha Revelation, tha Book of Malachi / tha flyest flyin’ through time ‘n’ space, create ‘n’ replace Fate ‘n’ take a brief break on tha 7th day / I awake bright ‘n’ bushy ‘n’ scrape femcees usin’ hatred as lubrication spit vicious at you pussies…
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Listen to me spit over phone from prison, serving 12 yrs for robbery
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