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Ever since I was kid growin' up in these streets
I wondered why when I'm in battles, I could never be beat
Never tasted defeat, figured that I was more than gifted
Cause all I needed was someone to oppose, then I would rip 'em
So listen, I went to the doctor just to be sure
I asked him if it was serious and I didn't like his retort
I looked at the report and what it confirmed was necessary
He said the way I put words together was hereditary
nw: domination
monstah stompin ya providence novice ways catch tha hottest rays/
styles so piff that i just gotta blaze/
till my optics glazed my gangs blade remain lethal/
people get slain form slums 2 cathedrals im evil/
overdosage of illness like u slept wit a needle/
propaganda chasers gettin razor placement/
just a young hungry hitler wit a fixture on domination/
nw:synopsis
Known savage, killin mics on sum unsigned hype shit//
Liquid Sword protege, kitana slashes on point but i might miss//
Like my man DOC, i get Cash On Delivery//
When it comes to dopeness im the epitamy//(dont kno how to spell dat word)
Of the cipher in my area of residence//
Larenz tate mind state, out gunnin for dead presidents//
Grym nigga, raw beyond belief nobody can knock this//
I got longer, better this here is just a synopsis//
next word? btw nice shit
^^shit my bad...but man, yo shit be raw....
next word: medication
i love the sedation/
takin em faster than masterbation/
i take greens, reds, n purples no sgregation/
take em all with no hestitation/
and begin the meditation/
i swears sometimes i get revalations/
steadily trippin off medication/
nw: jesus?
born to Christians baptist god fearing actors
sunday they pray monday rolling backwoods
as a kid i was awe struck, brainwashed dragged to masses
bible study, church functions, choir practice
grew older, asked more questions, they lacked answers
cept thats the lords way, jus go with it, no back sassin'
i was 14, wu tang sang a song thats classic
heaven or hell, i remember it well, like a flash back
it was back then my mind would bend, why do i need this
big brother over my shoulder, aware of my weakness
promising a ever lasting life if i be this
lap dog, c'mon yall saw how they done jesus
n/w: jealous
It's the awkward talker, wack mc stalking stalker..
Extorting extorters, cannibal mammal slaughter..
Dishing out dis-orders, make more of ya men martyr's..
Beheaded the poor reporter, i'll make an ounce of ya blood flow for a quarter..
Sporting a universal flag, armed like a terrorist in Bagdad..
I fuck m.i.l.f.'s, and bag-dad's in body-bags..
Women go down til' they gag, i pull mags on crabs..
Black arab driving a taxi cab, bombin' ya pad..
Fags trying to crotch grab, get a bloody look like maxi-pads..
When i get mad i stab zealouts that be jealous..
next word: souvenir
perfection is wut my troop is near/
wit wessuns i b boostin queers/
tha lesson is my moves is clear /
no protection for ya duke in fear/
1 to tha stomach n 5 shots blew ya ear/
now u layin in a pool a blood dusted like a souvenir/
nw: infatuation
My vactation turned into an invasion
racin to leave my mark on any spot thats vacant,
under the constallations I was spacin,
sizin up the wall for my master makin,
peice that all will have a fascination,
wit any1 passing or rushing late and,
they have with my piece a brief infatuation.
next word: revision
what it do, pimpin'? ain't nothing, jus chillin'
kicking back wit a bag of that funk and burnin' incense
my home skillet dropped thru knew duke since infants
we politic, shot the shit. discussed hood business
at the time i was working on rhymes, newest edition
to my archive, read it one time, needed revision
nw= approval
i slice kitanas thrice times wit a quickness/
recognize tha sickness vicous rimes i spit wit/
slick accuracy like at tha range packin heat/
carbon copy factory concepts is mockery/
marcs-who-sloppy jock-these- while i piff wit strains-of-broccoli/
defeat ya name n stop these criticisers a permanent removal/
i spit in tha grill of pop hop wit real niggas approval/
:abomanation
Watch ya step, like you gotta Rolex on ya kickers
Bars of death, like puttin' borax in ya snickers
Known to rhyme sicker than Dr. Seuss with leprosy
Cut off my opponents ankles, so they can't step to me
Now let it be, if you tha Hero, then I'm the Haitian
Forget everything you just read, it was an abomination
nw: indivisible
dropping bars thinking hard how to enlarge the words,
I heard that shit it was unlistenable, I come to deliver all,
In the darkness I creep like I invisible,
you behavoiur is impermisable, I be welding together them syllables,
create something biblical, rhymes tight they indivisible
next word: Pollution
lately ive been craving a little bit of drama,
so ive been leaving used condom in sight of my baby mama,
start a fight with a gang member untill he calls his partnas
watch'em come a runnin' then gun'em down wit da llama
brolic like juicers, beatin' up producers
nigga said he was the future, fucking scott storch jr
got a mix from him, a blank cd ruined
pop dat bitch in and was hearin' noise pollution
n/w= breakfast