I’m so dope I leave ears ringin’, peers get pressured to pledge allegiance to this elitist named Science, more wicked than demons / once upon a story I had a ill grievance with Jesus, I busted my nuts then told her to leave quick / I shut your vocal cords yo, count tha souls etched on my duel edged sword, I start wars with bars by tha score / adorned with deep pre-conceived notions, I seize deeper than 7 ‘n’ tha Pacific Ocean, attack back to 9 planets / I lamp in tha pack wearin’ a backpack full of supplies, bullets ‘n’ my Beretta, a black spray can ‘n’ my speed pipe / I feast rhymes ‘n’ me ‘n’ grief go way back in time, prior to ’99 / before there was beef between Coasts that all started when Shakur got shot ‘n’ robbed, he wasn’t carryin’ his toast / I’m like a Sumerian ghost, pray to tha God ya don’t get ghosted, note the omen that chokes kids ‘n’ leaves prints on throats / sanctimonious, I cause a false God to experience pandemonium, if my can ain’t Krylon it’s Rustoleum / I bomb trains to express angst ‘n’ spread fame cuz my name gonna always live forever…
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Listen to me spit over phone from prison, serving 12 yrs for robbery
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