to equal me you need to eat like, 33 gees of creatine, burn you in effigy, both my heads is super like 2 Karrine Steffans / show up to tha booth with 10 Rugers, to understand my esoteric flow you need 10 tutors / so much blow I got 10 tooters, sever tha mic like umbilical cords, nets ‘n’ Hoosiers/ exuberant like wet hooters under a Wu shirt, beggars is choosers, Knolege Born in a college dorm, I call this verbal porn / vocal cords get torn out for sport, I send ninjas quick on tha morgue route like a 4 pound / add distortion to tha chorus, my core sound is spoken-word, I blow the Earth cuz 2/3s of y’all is poseurs / my verses is more fat than the old Al Roker, yours is ass like foul odors from gastro intestinal infection congestion / I’m destined to be named 1 of tha best at this aggression, I contested my exodus back to the essence…
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Listen to me spit over phone from prison, serving 12 yrs for robbery
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