Dope sheepish like how you flipped the ghost lines.
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Can't no attorney turn me to rat master splinter shredded your back
Life fades to black cops come where the shells fell another hellish attack
Traps surpassed i passed the burner heads felt the hottest clap
Put my town on the map quest technical technician of rap
Fixed all glitches saved riches for kids college tuition
Degrees I have mellow melody lynching blizzard intentions
Lack of interest only murder and mauling attention
The show u better attend dead before the count of ten
Damage men on the canvas leaking and weeping once again
Hardcore no need to pretend an MC like Ren this nigga get it in
Nicer than LeBron but I want the warrior curry to win
With step back three's mantra stinging like killer bee's
Smoking trees getting paper back after I lace a track
Used to be humble calm know my hatred's back
Show these crabs how to rhyme, heres a prime example
Sample from me or mantra n u as good as gone bra'
The longer u live the more fucked up life can get
Terrorist attacks from isis is , just the icin' on the cake
Self depression is what really makes the cake bake
Wait! Hate is also a big factor, u could b a zen master n still fail ta capture tranquility
Abilities only give u the skills to succeed, they dont guarantee the possibilities of the choices along lifes improbabilities
Having a big heart only gets u scarred more
And being to hardcore will leave ya cards worn
Ya understand me? If not i got more "pointers" that can come in "handy"
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Powers replinished careers finished like Kobe your path is lonely
You pathological liars I never believed shit y'all told me
Conquer empires coldly and stand boldy against your defense
Getting dirty were sharecroppers head poppers heartstoppers
Bodydroppers crack em like lobsters propelled my lyrical helicopter
No need for coaches stomp roaches who rudely approach us
Eating blocks like locusts on crops skilled with swords pro of the chop
I'll Martin Luther you Kings with behind the ear shots I pity the drop
Security stabbed on homeland no bread famine for the flocks
Had to drop a line, wished upon a star it was through a RZA console
Hit e’m hard with 8 diagram pole kung fu fight writing tighter than the 5 deadly venoms by the way I spread e’m call it the plague by the way I slay
Make mixtapes the venom opposite of a snake bite
In hind sight I can write with blight coming off radioactive
Fighting these batmen beyond clones thinking they strong and smart
Dropping bombs atomically inserting these philosophies and hypothesis’s
Coming from so called Socrates' Still can’t define how these lames
be dropping these mockeries, so strong 50’s candy shop couldn’t stop me
Lyrically perform arsenic armed robbery making these sucker emcees
Thinking they fleeing with the lottery, possibly they ratted on me
This ain’t biting this homicidal maniac mike psycho
Dropping heat unlike no other black jedi need I said I
Heavenly without heavens in hell's Mist's
Eyes nocturnal to shine in the darkness
Time to rock punch the clock with a closed fist
The man the ladies lusted for but I never noticed
To busy building explosives raised in the coldness
One of the coldest to load scripts into my mental chamber
Anger felt as I shuffle cards dealt live to prevail
Set up shop like emails before I leave hell
To return to earth shoot dice in the dirt
In the back of the church holy bitches flirt
Fuck em on break make em squirt then it's back to WORk
I've been nice since medieval times cooling in diamond mines shooting cave walls with a baby nine
Fine women in line to get their spines non aligned
I'm heavy as their breathing have em grieving from the back shots half the time niggas so broke they only cop half a dime only fifties of kush over here son talking about life ain't care pardon my back as if I ever cared about the bloke
Talking all shifty cause you sniffed a few lines of coke
And those three lines you wrote you stole from rakims I ain't no joke no it's time to get your mug broke JFK shot to the throat worn out like a five year worn leather coat
Keys jingling soul controller posted puller pasteurize rapidly rise like cake
Baked outta fate jammed fingers in the doors
Still ripping it raw like Godzilla’s roar
Flip e’m fold them like tables, pull off the cable injection connected interject know how I wreck shops chopping up you slops over flames
Puff plains on planes inclined with games
Get off your grams my yams be slamming onion heads
Duck your musket kicking more dirt than dust
So I trust in the flames blown brains in college dorms
Skip classes be those norms others do
I script scribe in notebooks with no hooks
I hurricane storm the land, earthquake the fake by how I burn your abyss
when I spit so hard you start to kiss the converse
who’s the best you say “SHO NUFF”
so who’s the best even now “SHO NUFF”
show e’m stuff when you see the master
killing past cha lane, taking out cha game
had to have the highest score to kick it raw or you didn’t score
Tremendous tremors happen when I arrive second installment of the head bust lines
Is it a crime? Ask Sade before I rest in power puff a pound on my last day chef like rae incarcerated without a scarred face incinerated the best rated rappers attack like mastiff's
Off the leash factor smoke out before and after
Wifey knows I like it raw like old dirty bastard
Breakout the ghetto blaster boombap blaring
Get thrown down the stairs just for staring
Get ran like errands I lock it down like Aaron
Hernandez down the drain like his money
Funny niggas can't stand my standards
Branded with the beast mark never me
Me and hip hop go way back like the mob in Italy
Typically the worst get named the best
Your in the presence of a lord so soak up this finnesse
From the fortress fighting the forces that are futile
Bodies beaten with towels from the tower with style
Gunning the crowds putting sons in the clouds
Lyrically surfing sound waves as a youth rai
Shove your hand like through his chest on American bandstand
Battle you on set like you’re asking for scraps of ham
Go ham, get sent to hell for spitting in the wind
Skip sins I classroom 10-10 wins trying take a test in less than 10
Put spins article mind miracles get you burnt like cast iron pans
You ain’t go enough Teflon in your hands to hold my waste
Ace up my sleeve, best believe I got dogs to retrieve
Armed with wits got these lyrics made outta factory kits
Built to expose these lames with all skills, no games
Just hit e’m with GMOS your HMO don’t cover that
Attack the show watch e’m all go down the drain
It pains me to take off this layer
And leave you slayed like you’re looking for darth vader
Meet the katana addressed a goner in the midst of piranhas
I unload the flow rapid acid
Drastic from orient heights
Crush metal strike deadly insight
Wishful thinking to leave em stinking
Lights dimmer as the spitter hit your Lincoln blinking 182 dirty as residue
Gun bust should've paid dues thought you knew
Wolverine healing factor I'm strong as a raptor with raps soaring and roaring as I'm slicing UN diplomats Hilary slapped
I'm president bitch Trump running to his whip I passed the heater to Sanders to split his wig JFK autopsy shit cops put a hit on the kid know he's grown a villa William known whatever he touched turned to stone after he got stoned others lynched against a broken promise of careless comments that left many astonished emotionally tarnished
Disarm your armory..how u want it harm or harmony..you can be sea bound or dropped In the ground
By the hole I dug withhold the love
Sagat punch eyes cut swollen blood
Not good how they holding up
Awaiting ambulance arrival only chance of survival relentless rival
Showing bravery angrily
No changing me long blade to keep