high like nighttime vultures, words shape like ice sculptures, fuck 5 mics, your hype is dullard / prices rise beyond tha skies past tha stratosphere, put my name upon tha atlas cavalier / gats splashed when tha crab grabbed for tha package of crack stashed, you know what I amphetamine? he bled all over me, left him open like a ovary, bitch ninja, stay where you supposed to be / cloaked behind a oak tree, I make a body float like souls, bulletholes go thru abdomens ‘n’ obliques / rhyme dope that make your nose bleed, smoke a grove of trees, I’m tha mic Keyser Söze …
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