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Look at him paranoid smoking on that marijuana leaf
Confrontation like that Terminator-Sarah Connor beef
I am an anomaly. Niggas won’t respond to me
You want war? Then it’s got to be just what it got to be
When I was young having fun, learned how to ride a beat
Now my shit got the whole spot jumping out they seat
I’m elite. I defeat any commonality
Got them scared, every word got them running down the street
See I’m goin’ talk mine until the internet is offline
I drop bombs deadly, medley from a dark mind
I don’t make words rhyme, nigga I make thoughts rhyme
Suicide for you guy, you inside a chalk line
My pen game is crazed. I’m Street Trained And Raised (S.T.A.R.)
I spit shit for knit wits and keep dames amazed
Be On Yours (B.O.Y.). I write rhymes beyond flaws
Teach you how to eat an emcee. Keep mines raw
Standing in the cypher with my weapon drawn in it
You think this nigga dope then I’m a methadone clinic
Got him acting all timid ’cause he know he gone get it
My raps got no limit. Every rapper gone feel it
My energy’s insane, soliloquy of pain
When I leave here, this fucking booth will never be the same
Try to carbon copy but nigga you are not me
Scroll I expose like the code of Hammurabi
When you listen feel my wisdom pumping through your body
Quotes that I wrote dope something like a Molly
Man of war, heart full of passion for rapping raw
Bruise you fools maneuver through bull like a matador
Thought this nigga sound like me? He’s not coming close
Thought I was these other emcees? I’m not one of those
Rhyme schemes from God genes and God particles
Giving these pussycats these Rottweiler flows
Fuck what you saying Jack. I ain’t playing that
I’m a soldier that mic got a shoulder strap and bayonet
I’m a major threat. You’re a majorette. Break your neck
Made your bed fucking with me, now you got to lay in that
I don’t fool with you. Rhymes are unsuitable
Got so many hip hop Quotables, I’m unusual
I’m from the era of b-boys wearing adidas
Now I’m a terror leaving these boy paraplegic
Check the procedures I employ melting your speakers
I breathing ether to destroy every deceiver
‘Cause wicked words condition us. I whisper words that lift us up
Raise fellow from dead levels to living perpendiculars
Fuck the euphemism, to the system I’m a super villain
The true and living truth I’m spitting is gruesome to them
Fuck all of them stories ’bout who be waving guns
The style I use more powerful than UV from the sun
I’m nuclear to stupid niggas truly they are dumb
I’m D-O to the P-E, my Uzi weighs a ton
My Uzi weighs a ton
I’m D-O to the P-E, my Uzi weighs a ton
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