im too great, need to spread my brain waves through two states
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im too great, need to spread my brain waves through two states
never think you safe muthafucka ya too fake
make you lose weight cockin the two-eight
im sure theres enuff space for you in my suitcase
in that case pop the 38 make no waste blow ya grey matter on tha grill without haste
that depends on your taste I rather a 9 nickel plate 2 blow off his face & wait for jake b4 I vanish with out a trace
outta this place, if I want, you wont remember my face, ya outta the race, ya pathectic nothing but a disgrace,
Pump the bass, now to erase new practices, bring real rap back, lets start a new chapter
spin kick actors and they bitch caught up in the mix barred in heavy sticks count your licks
proud of da chicks ya get wit' cuz soon ya looks will deminish
looks can be deceiving yo life has no meaning/ screamin at yo momma *bitch! time to start the cleanin'*
me and da demon goku, roll thru, ya whole crew in less time then were suppose to
lets start an analytical review, this rhyme on page 172 + 2, equals hundred seventy four, neverending, we all rhyme more
never tire, never bore, keep spitting till our throats bleedin and raw,
keep spittin till my lungs squirt dust don' wanna pick on yer crew but if you keep frontin', me and white and dangerous will submit them to a subsonic blast, y know?
I spit lyrical gold, all listen, behold as this tale of greatness unfolds,
I shit platinum pellets, can't control my potently wild flow