lacerate tha leaflet with my sharp pen, I scar sin from tha darkest thoughts of a starvin’ artist, 16 bars harvested / a true school rap star selected natural like Darwin barges in ‘n’ empties out tha cartridge / bullet-riddled MCs join tha dearly departed, my scarlet letters gimme leverage while I enjoy tha malt liquor beverages I chose to vocally address, gimme 2 40s, I start to address rhetorical questions as threats professed / my nickel plated crest’s tattooed on my hairy chest, Science’s thoughts is deeper than flesh / life with me is always duress on tha surface, scratch beneath tha dermatology, solid 18 carat CREAM cash, win tha lottery / mash out, smash clout, twist tha grass, sniff tha glass ‘n’ get as high as tha clouds / I’m tha Christ of sound ‘n’ I imbibe verbal libations, visions of pearl tongues make me wanna practice procreation…
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Listen to me spit over phone from prison, serving 12 yrs for robbery
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