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started bringin’ down society at a young age, I’ve had love hate relations with drugs, botherin’ my brain constant like a stomach ache, flaunt my place at tha pinnacle summit, C.J. Jung on me would have a field day/ deep throat MC, I ruin Watergate, I fucked emotion, had a daughter with hate, life is very complicated/ we need your cooperation, grab hold of my dachshund in a Datsun ‘n’ shove it in your face bitch/ thoughts run wild while I’m caged in for payment time for my law breakin’, spread your ass cheeks, squat ‘n’ cough/ barrages swarm in my noggin, tha pen is a sword, life negates tha positive, expressions is destined to form…
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my jin waited to grace tha physical space, my styles are nimble, Hense tried to make me a cripple/ stipulations in my soul’s blueprint, MCin’ as a felonious brute with estudious hubris/ rap cliques blow like flutes, Skalastik’s tha nomenclature, figure mathematics is 1 of tha woes of nature/ I fade words with phrase perversion, on a verbal excursion, I travel to a parallel universe/ get up in Lucifer’s skirt without permission, existence goes on intermission, I sift tha cocaine 1st/ what you sniffin’? addiction’s a genealogic condition, cut you dicks like brises on the 8th day of existence/ to cipher with tha God you need permission with certain conditions, Twisted, tha man, tha mythologic/ caustic thoughts poke right thru your esophagus, high on phenyl 2 propanol, ephedrine ‘n’ red phosphorus/ Knolege God’s hella knowledgeable like kids that attend Harvard, Yale ‘n’ Occidental colleges/ solid gold hits are in my noggin, Positive Equations Allocated Creatively Evoke PEACE/ tha way that it’s supposed to be, postin’ with my cronies, y’all cats play rap yo, you should get some Tonys/ I make poems bleed, what I think kills ravens ‘n’ crows, I got a thing for shorties with big tits like Raven-Simone…
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archeologists duly diagram verbal schematics, scholastic acrobatics happen ‘n’ stamp kids/ diaphragm unlashes vivid ‘n’ graphic paragraphs that damage neurologic pathways, with a mask on I am-scray/ verbal palpitations is caused like viewin’ anime, Jewish Confucius, I skew kids, stayin’ square like tha Truth is, studiously shrewd, I always show ‘n’ prove ‘n’ lead coup d’états against tha stupid/fluid drips off tha blade’s tip congruent to death hindering growth spurts, I snort too much, my fuckin’ nose hurts/ ogre tracks with rhymes swiped out tha holster, 40 caliber rap rare like 3 leaf clovers…
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worst case scenarios herald down tha double barrel, perilous garrulous Rap Geezus, strap music claps in hypothetical thesis, biochemical reactions end with nobody left naturally breathin’/ check tha joints, my epic voice threatens paranoid MCs, lick ‘n’ dick tha bitch who’s lesbian by choice/ coy ploys void rapper slash actors, take it past cadavers, my shit doper than kilogram baggage handlers, Issachar, Gad ‘n’ Asher, establish adverse reactions to my pale dander/ lay back ‘n’ filet tracks, I’m a 50 Shades of Gray mack, put God’s many names on her ass…
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delineate tha lineage, conversion Judaic, chase tha Benjamins, reincarnate authentic MCin’/ keep my khakis in creases, Timberlands ‘n’ wifebeaters, blow weed by tha gram ‘n’ guzzle vodka by tha liter/ tease words like cyberbullies, cipher with fully altered auto rhymes, y’all surprised Science is tha bottom line/ disturbed like Columbine Trenchcoat Mafia, henchmen with carbines on murder suicide missions/ murk time massive like a mastodon, established con-vict rhyme styles, fuck lines, I snort piles/ hold fort on Patmos Isle, Rambo raps in my rap bible, ash to ashes dust kept in a pile/ flashback to dastardness in Los Angeles as young savages with grams flowin’ in tha bloodstreams/ guns blast in tha hands of thug teams, slugs enter fleshes to hinder life progression, drug fiends rob kids undressed ‘n’ trade a stolen Lexus for decorated statements that’s sharp as lasers, purvey how I’m a subjugater/ ruckus flavors twisted in that Dutch spliff, I bust clips on time with syncopated drum kicks/ blunt scars left on your stomach in tha shape of TS, impede progress with aggression/ my obsession is verbal secession from tha Blow Pop slave state portrayed by you average rap lames…
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it’s hilarious about you various fairy cliques, my flair of wit hops on tha Shaolin ferry to get to tha Hyatt Regency Embassy Suite in Manhattan, jooks tha party with Black kids from Los Angeles/ ice grilled, bribe tha DA with 1 point 5 mill, walk away from murder rap cases/ MCs today are featherweights pushin’ ecstasy pills to pagans for Freemasons, I ride tha bus with Method on Bring Tha Pain shit/ your style’s lame yo, check the expiration date, you’re outdated, to see if Milo came, you need a rape kit/ spread Hip Hop’s inoculation thru verbal implementation, ninjaz pissed off cuz tha feds lied about a mule ‘n’ 40 acres as reparations, now you femcee rappers spit like you’re menstruatin’/ even my pen has Timberlands ‘n’ Ben Davis, criminal minded rhyme rap sheet authentication/ drape contagious razor bladed lines on tha pages of time, my tirades ‘n’ diatribes alter the Earths gyration, my pure rhymes are tha cure for today’s lies perpetrated…
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freshly, I been like this since tha late ‘70s, pre-collegiate, I teach with genius possibility/ Hasidic Hebrew like Jesus speakin’ to Grecian heathens methodical, schemin’ diabolical diagrams/ expunged out my diaphragm, MC Judas Khryst ‘n’ Ironman, I mean I’m flyin’ how my Science slam/ grams in my nostrils, I sunshine like tha prodigal, tha rap prophet, you ain’t no MC yo, so stop it/ tha Glock spits ‘n’ holes’re left in noggins, rebel without causes, memorize tha Knolege codex/ avoirdupois thoughts is my prerogative, refrain from bacon sausages ‘n’ crustaceans, I free tha nations…
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souls equate unequivocal, send you to find out quick with tha 4-5th, empty tha clip with lyrics spittable/ conservative verbal words that’s liberal, convert the Earth when I converse with mental cripples/ bindles effect 4 ventricles like when I diddle her genitals, subliminal, I’m tha pinnacle/ parental guidance required, rekindle tha fires lit aflame, piss in your face, I pen hate against lames/ what I embrace tweets bass ‘n’ midrange, I pen fame printed frame by frame, I smiled before I came/ I brought shame to the arena in a 2 seater, sippin’ a 2 liter, I bruise speakers like deacons with indecent pieces to puzzles, gleamin’ like
deuce-quint guns with muzzles, featherweight cliques get their feathers ruffled/ you slight thugs’ rebuttals get scuffled with, I spit rap supplements that’d stick a ninja in tha stomach/ establish Science ruffer than pumice, eat manna with pundits, brandish couplets that blast like muskets/ carryin’ a ton of clips, gunnin’ point blank dumb kids in tha fuckin’ face unless they all supplicate…
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I spin globes Close to tha 3rd Encounter Kind, sacrifice your rhyme as burnt offers to tha rap God/ my flyin’ saucer mind is post-modern, threats get Slaughterhouse 5’d, your rap fodder gets clowned, thinkin’ you Kevin Costner/ if you build it, cliques get pillaged for of age daughters, love is hatred inverted/ on tha cusp of quotient algebraic equation frontal lobe shit posted on a CAT scan after smokin’ a gram/ tha mind is open, a mental chatterbox, raw even double-Trojan’d, from L.A. to Oakland to Pelican Bay/ up to Seattle on tha 5 Interstate, I emanate the innate, verbally trained with tha Green Berets/ Marines ‘n’ tha Navy SEALS, MCs is MIA’d by my vocal spiel, I go postal with no appeal/ corrosive poems get thrown in high doses, gettin’ high with hoes in high heels…
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heightened senses, my 3rd iris frightens tha virus, don’t get your Science Twisted, I pirate tha space-time continuum/ I serve authentic sentence, you just spittin’ ‘em minimum maximum, spazzin’, I swing hammers like a pendulum/ tha pen erupts, I’m stuck in tha pen for the interim, seekin’ asylum in tha loose-leaf/ these rhymes make wombs bleed, I got tha bicuspids ‘n’ canines of a wolverine that ain’t fed in a week/ check tha pedigree, doper than tha Medelline Cartel, carve these bars on tha L train, in every which way I’m tha city of L.A./ my 16s send ninjaz to gravesites, my pen’ll raise tha mind ‘n’ scathe tha blind/ raw prior to Pyrex, tha way tha rhyme flex, vexed cuz my pen time’s enormous, I keep minds in orbit/ gazin’ at these portraits painted on tha easel canvas in your brain’s wavelengths…
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some chase dreams, I chase dragons ‘n’ Jakes chase me while I goldbrick as a phantom menace, clans ‘n’ cliques get cancelled like tribunal panel votes, in the annals of Hip Hop’s my name, I throw my hand down your throat/ Bram Stroker Dracula, ingest the notes, vestiges posted thru hypnosis, call me Milo without the Otis/ roamin’ thru ninjaz’ domes, I’m never homeless, Science, still livin’ cuz yo, Yahweh condoned it, decode what I’ve emoted/ direct or impulsive, I’m tha pope of this, coca in your nose, what I spoke leads to numb throats/ lumbars get broken, flung the art of 16 bars at tha hopeless, my voice embarks vocal narcosis/ change tha bar code on your wack poem, crab, you get stabbed tryin’ to flow with no pen/ I’m Cali Chrome Triple Crown spoilin’, here to teach tha goyim regardless of my heathenistic choices…
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coiled up, ready to strike, confetti tha mic with prestige ‘n’ Chablis rhymes that intoxicate tha mind/ dominate tha fake with proclamations drank on an empty stomach, grenadine mix, drink 40s till my thinkin’ plummets/ remix nothin’ cuz I beast every couplet I touch from tha get go, flippin’ notes like birdies/ determine I’m Berkowitz 730 while you MCs smirk vertically, Luciferic, I burn Gs/ perish tha thought, ain’t nobody exceed tha paragon, raise tha tariff of God cuz deity is pricey/ tha 9 millimeter nickel-gleam reflects light shinin’ brightly, center my chakra, master my tai chi…
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wax cuisine’s drafted craftily, verbal plastique’s planted, the impact won’t damage me, plastic bags of keef ‘n’ hashish bricks with high levels of THC quotients potent get thrown in my bloodstream/ fuck teams, I do dirt on my lonely, send you pushin’ up posies, champagnes in my aviators, slappin’ phrases keep you cats captivated, me failin’ is an aberration, tha rap game needs to be revaccinated/ clad in iron diamond plated armored gear with steel toe Timberland footwear/ carryin’ oxes, octaves ‘n’ extra Glock clips to send rap imposters to meet Mephistopheles in indistinct pine boxes, thoughts get flaunted ‘n’ shown off fat like a White broad with botox/ go raw or don’t even go God, tha prose I brought don’t even approach thawed but instantaneously it’s thermonuclear/ drunk off Merlot, my Kama Sutra flow got moves that’s new to her that she’ll need lube for her earlobes/ use my nose like Cyrano with more Black women on my arm than Bob DeNiro…
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I’m outlandish, I blow minds like Scanners with cult classic rap paragraphs that add 5 on tha 10 Commandments/ irreverent, heads nod to Hip Hop like Janis Joplin, when Twist spits, all true purists cop it/ novices can’t master chi or grasp nahm yoho renge kyo inner peace, fuck you, pay me yo/ real MCs agree, Drake is straight garbage ‘n’ check it God, Rick Ross ain’t nothin’ but a C.O./ sleep with tha fishes, bitch forever, sign Twisted on your death sentence, fat-ass ninja probably got b.o./ fuck a Maybach, I stay way back on some ‘90s shit in a black Ac with tha steering column cracked/ now what you know about that/ flowin’ ‘bout how you move keys, only keys you moved is when you opened tha cellblock doors/ crushed velvet pelvis motherfucker, I’m hellbent ‘n’ hellsent yet hell does not exist/ Cash Money, y’all cats is dummies, Nicki got ass but she a slut for tha team, watch Birdman get flushed for his CREAM, Minaj blushes cuz she oughta push ruckus for Queens, I turn ciphers into heated discussions/ overdose tha mic like I spit some dust at it, tha land of Cush is where Original Man came from/ 6 sextillion tons is tha weight I carry on my back, you like this track? call it Pyrex rap/ high resolution 3rd iris, Peruvian rhymin’, Twisted Science verses burst right thru virgin-minded hymens/ livin’ tha life to spit rhymes ‘n’ sniff drugs, I spit hollow point line that pierce thru thugs/ peers fear me for my tyranny, Lil Lame, your punchlines is dreary, steer clear of me cuz I’ma punch you in tha mouth I ever catch you ‘n’ sell your gold fronts on Craig’s List, by tha way, Tyga, you was made a bitch…
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I throw darts that pierce Kevlar with fierce threats of harm, filter tha filler, these drafts is more Genuine than Miller/ Killah God, tha constellation red dwarf star builder, tha centrifugal force from my bars is greater than a black hole’s gravitational pull, fatal, rape tha track ‘n’ gotta wear a bracelet on my ankle/ brain’s golden like bangles, got it back flipped, from tha grave to tha cradle/ I teach dumb, deaf ‘n’ blind fuckers Braille, got a 9 tucked by my tail, crime’s death, institutions ‘n’ jails/ held with no bail, my felt tip is like dope rails snorted off pinky nails, get high ‘n’ vegetate like green beans ‘n’ kale…
