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Originally Posted by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
Seen these short fused compatriots after paper
Now when they get cuts on there finger tips/
I grip the pen and pad invade cha inner space
Don’t call me Martin Short I hold court like “King of the Ring”/
Don’t speak ya mind ya live sounds aren’t even fully produced
Your BPM rates and ya tempo are incomplete like ya mental state/
Growth anatomy rapid conversion cells divide as we do on the mic
You trying conquer the game when the game is conquering you/
You’re invalid knowledge is quick rejection like bitch just had
An insurrection connected interjected wit words are a weapon/
Stress ya ethics subroutines don’t even compute wit you drones
Bag them like bones, don’t get phased but some of us are composed/
I cross fuse ya dome make you look more disgusting than Borg drones
Don’t get cloned, your genetics aren’t even FDA approved/
Now emcees trying to out rewrite me n JTS like DVD-RW are unlikely
Don’t get cha blade broken when taking on a couple of veterans/
I know it’s hard to stomach when you got inter-gestation
Just take some TUMS my rhymes will melt cha like antacid/
You can’t grasp it cuz you shit is too fat and not flaccid
I’m intelligent lyrically you’re still irrelevant and incompetent/
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Gotta hustle just to pay the rent, soon 2 move in a tent
Street tenant, the government corrupted our parliament
Spent days in a daze recovering from a stray graze
Bloody clothes are a reminder of the gun craze
Mystical ways, keep the cut short with waves
Ocean flow,specific views to get the dough
Souls trapped in the struggle, weapons guns, and blades
Coming of age masters, hip-hop broadcasters
Every day is another page in the chapter of the book of life
Best friend took my wife, know they sucking the glass pipe