the emcee, with rhymes worth a lot like a bently
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the emcee, with rhymes worth a lot like a bently
my ill lines/ will draw your soul from your flesh/
your death easily predicted/ specifically like macbeth
Ya block i will run thru, with the kung fu..
ya chest is ripped open with several strikes from Yansu
heavily loaded clip ready to spit, my lyrics are profound from battling underground
tiger like strikes thru the sunroof, bringin lyrical guns thru
with the natural sound that most people cant hear, they blind and cant stare
strap guns and gear up, bleedin like pancakes drippin wit syrup, these dudes talkin nonsense
i vomet comets decapatate your subconcious
sucka mc's to me are like mini boss's
I introduce you to decapatation/it takes great concentration but ends in human losses
i take risks like coin tosses, lyrics of fire burnin like hot sauces
earning thoughts of what this boss would..
the sublime martal artist/ immortal skill that can't be harnessed
my essence strech da farthest, my lyrical bats swing fast and hit the hardest
I'm pumped up like Barry bonds or a Rock-A-Fella Artist