to be blunt, mics are astounded by my raw talent / you MCs are cunts ‘n’ I’m tha thick white phallus / wildin’ out, tha most pallid / growlin’ ‘n’ howlin’ visible syllables that challenge in italics / I lounge in crowded interiors where it remains clouded by green ounces, hearin’ “Jane’s Addiction” on the sound system / cuttin’ quarter-grams outta pounds with a Laotian chick storin’ my dick in her mouth / change tha scenery / I rock mics vis-à-vis the engineer ‘n’ sycophants, ninjaz that carry 30 G-pack baggies in their baggy pants / ain’t no fags around me wearin’ tight shit, yo kid, this is Science / who tha fuck you thought this was, some ASSHOLE tryin’ to fit in / pack a bowl fat, smoke a cigar with Castro, I’m a catalytic piston of true school MCin’, you fake ninjaz could just rest in pieces…
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Listen to me spit over phone from prison, serving 12 yrs for robbery
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