not guilty verdicts from mock juries caught me by surprise, I’m pure rhyme, tha Hip Hop Sadaam / like a paragon with a verbal pair of Glocks firin’ loose, slugs get “TS” indented on ‘em in tha groove/ so forensics know who did this horrendous act upon tha track, sharper than an axe, ninjaz get hacked / make your heart collapse, I’ll cut your arms in halves, now yo, how tha fuck you gonna jack off? back tha fuck off / I let off ruckus ‘n’ preach destruction like tha Last Days of Time discussion in tha Philadelphia Trumpet ‘n’ how tha U.S. Federal Government’s more corrupted than 33 Degrees / check tha purity furiously repped with in my couplets / I caress leaflets with my ink pen in tha state penitentiary, tweakin’ off ephedrine, tha methamphetamine medicine / reminisce to prior flavors in tha ‘90s, still Science is tha best…
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Listen to me spit over phone from prison, serving 12 yrs for robbery
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