not some watered down bullshit that record execs embezzle
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up the bass and lower the trebble//
wack cats react and brace when the tones are settle//
Utilizing 2 pounds of metal, i gather street medals and rep
Tripin big niggas down steps like fuck you and ya empty techs yo
you empty your techs cuz your technique is running on e
not malcolm, but i still roll hard on mother fuckers like 3 hits of xtc
She had me/ she was stacked like a fully loaded bike rack/ old school cats would say that she was good in the sack
rhyme book is intact, im here ta interupt ya thoughts
Crossed out the game/ a shame I aint been caught
rap battles i left u wit scars after i fought,
in this rap game my name came to change the sport
droppin harded punches den rocky,
emcees couldnt hold they own if they benchpressed they own body
Lord help me/ knockin out emcees like rocky did apollo creed
so follow me, if u wanna walk behind the master
dick long/ freaky rap song
Never dethroned, prone to fuck up all strong opponets or whoever want it
u don't want it, i'm the ghost that keeps your microphones haunted
u aint ready fa dis cuz i hit u and i taunted
most mcz try to flame wit the sentance,but my bars behide fire,so i meld wit dimensions.