dont mess wit da best i must confess u must be wise
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dont mess wit da best i must confess u must be wise
thus my eyes penetrate walls so woes to those who are just disguised!!
unrecognised till rap kinetics caused your demise!!!
steppin into another world, we know not of what it is comprised
and slice u apart with power never before realized
honor translates to savage in the Lord of the Flie's eyes
u cud catch Sirk in Paris speakin French eatin Fries!! lol
Sing live, live high, dont throw shits up in the sky comes back as a suprise
eliminate your lives with the sword like lyrical knives
I see fearful eyes that steer from tearful cries/
I spear the pride of those who plan to sear the wise/
not affliated with a weak faculty,ryhmes last longer than ultra duracell batteries
try ta come after me, my lyrics BITE ya chest and leave a CAVITY
from havoc to a progidy, chaos in the city causin many tragidies
But the people stay strong and they remember there grand daddys
the elders preached while the young'ns teach the world how to swing ol' school caddy's
Pools of Tragedy, Stampede Thru Fools with Fantasy
drop science with gravity for all humanity
look inside myself and all i see is insainity
live in da sea like tha manatee, living with man n beast
tryna shatter me, u cant crack or irritate the titanium
use language of the street to sneak thru your cranium
goin into Bagdad lets bag um with uranium
tip a oil well....exhale and start flamin' em...
my styles classic in in origin, you'd think i was mesopotanium.
srry this was an accident
i dropped the same thing twice
lik plutonium, i crash an bash on tha scene, blowin away lighters to make space for me
agency'z lace my weed with aids and grease, place ya feet in a bag then flee
the canopy stumbles when i pitch emcees over the balcony,
i kidnap grammys shackle their feet and call them FOOT LOCKER
call me ya Neighborhood Stalker, the way i tote the semi
technologically i beat emcees at their own game while slappin'em with an emmy
holding bottle of henny, my freestyle longer than a speech by halle berry
I pop cherries, blueberries and make strawbellies jelly
my lyrical flow is abundant but urs aint to many
be surprised if u hav any, i drop rhymes bcuz they heavy
got da machete dat lets me ripp thru ya belly
A drop kick to tha folks with ma fucking welly,
And when ya land, yool be right next to nelly
Well See, i got hella cream so who gonna win..u tell me
It could be you, Or it could be me
ripp ya in two, ya flesh askew, as blood starts to spew