my darts say au revoir, fully scarved, my bars is hella hardcore like Siddhartha ‘n’ nirvana, feel tha aura of my witchcraft / sharper than 10 katanas, on point like Nostradamus tellin’ stories in tha pitch black / litanies scripted in tha lab by Twisted, my math attacks like a grenadier throwin’ flash-bang grenades / cavalcades of MCs trained with Green Berets configurate different ways for death to retaliate / but nowadays I’d rather take out tha coward’s way ‘n’ cut my own throat, it’s like they livin’ by no code / what I invoke is worse than death, put on tha blindfold, light up tha cigarette, I put away my flesh, my pen splashes fresh threats / those bereft of Knolege are lost with no direction, I come forth aggressively with a bullet reflectin’ scepter / Science, a thought connector, an unbiased God arrester, tha flawless awe-inspirer with lewd gestures…
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Listen to me spit over phone from prison, serving 12 yrs for robbery
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