barrages of clips are kept in tha pocket, bitches taught methodic at Occidental College how to spin tha pole, exotic / pussy cock held hostage by my 3rd optic verse, keep tha bars terse, at Starsearch I pop tha hammer, call me carpenter / disavow tha glamour, I rob amateurs with little standard, bone until her back hurts / XY axis, XY chromosome, I’m a fact blacksmith, splashin’ rap axioms into your domes / chop up a half-gram ‘n’ stick it into your nose, I wanna be sedated like Joey Ramone / in tha material world like Madonna Ciccone, with or without a chaperone I spit tha rawest flawless poem / totin’ fully altered automated toast with a full load ‘n’ 1 ready to go / hella Skalastic with verbal mathematics, my flow is like vanilla extract yo, it’s quite potent / from my colloquial idiomatic expressions, there’s no exception, everybody must get checked in / but just cuz you’re present don’t mean you’ll grasp or understand tha Knolege wisdom, deeper than pigment in tha fleshes…
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Listen to me spit over phone from prison, serving 12 yrs for robbery
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