my rhymes is high tech, from tha basics of threat / infrared dots line up tha Hip Hop sentence with your head / tha tenets of my religious sect is truth, justice ‘n’ equality / all apologies, y’all can’t control me like arms that’s palsied ‘n’ shakin’ / like Paul Rhee, you’ll get your fuckin’ face clipped, livin’ my final days tresbien / phrases stay nickel-plated with recessive traits that domineer any volunteer / you’ll leave tha cipher with cauliflower ears, I verbally sneer with a vocal katana / local to global, dispose tha joint with herbal marijuana / sparked-ed, MCs get left in a carcass ‘n’ return back to where it all started / Knolege wis is my catharsis ‘n’ my pen is hella sharpness, I wear a scarf at funeral services for rap garbage / brought back to life as rap’s Christ cuz I anoint tha mic everytime I touch it, ninjaz fall in love with Science…
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Listen to me spit over phone from prison, serving 12 yrs for robbery
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