I don’t have a righteous name, I only have 6 ounces of brain, your whole life is a charade / I throw kites with your full name in it, I give a fuck, maybe I’m snitchin’, life is like a gamble now isn’t it? his eminence Science designs gimmicks, pissin’ rivulets of malt liquor with remnants of methamphetamine in it / stay in profile, I don’t smile when photographs is snapped, crabs get slapped ‘n’ slashed in half, resembling an ass crack / triple beams weighin’ out bags of crack, keep you 3rd eye open to watch civil-i-zation collapse / sippin’ libations to accompany crack ‘n’ I’m an addict for rap ‘n’ my craft thrashes average cats / they get blasted like Cr ispus Attucks ‘n’ I disappear like Atlantis, ravagin’ ravenous Supreme Mathematics without the abacus / my academic ways scathe MCs’ brains, let’s take it back to memory lane…
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Listen to me spit over phone from prison, serving 12 yrs for robbery
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