dragons chase me, foamin’ at tha grill like I got rabies, I splash gasoline on flame tracks like I’m crazy / true rap addicts crave me like alcohol content, that’s my job yo, to get tha Gods bent / provoke deep thoughts like Harvard, Yale ‘n’ Occidental colleges, waste potential Knolege by way of coke bindles / goad ignor-amous dolts with mental hands grippin’ their throats, I sniff a half-gram up either side of my nose / Milo’s a vocal pyro, my vocation’s to reap what I sow, that’s why I serve time yo / I hold gripe with those that flow tripe, I blow 9s ‘n’ throw rhymes that eat thru you hoes’ minds while you sleepin’ / tha plural epidural God Cipher Divinest Science imbibes cliques irately with rhyme tirades / pronounce fake rap teams dead on tha scene, heads leak like rounds puncture when my mouth’s uncovered…
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Listen to me spit over phone from prison, serving 12 yrs for robbery
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