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Smoke weed on the daily, ask me what's the motive?
I'm tryna fill this glass jar with a hundred roaches
(Over Afrojazz - Perle Noire instrumental)
The craftmaster, plasma-blaster, creator of disaster
The N-Bomb does it fast, but I do it faster
My rhymes are on point like a drill master
My flow so sick, they named a style after it
Bring terror by moving away the clouds
See heaven what its really about
You say your style is the bomb
I'ma defuse you,bruise you,use you
I throw lightning bolts like Zeus threw
Crack it in the ground,make it seperate
Do it Moses-style to make ya'll desperate
Don't try to copy, you just can't knock me
Go mock me, but you know your style is funky
And not in a good way it stinks
While people compare my album to the first Cuban Linx
fuck another rappers style cuz i drop like some a-bombs
choppin up trappers up, im in the kitchen like Chef Raekwon
fake one, i slang rocks u just smoke em, u must be jokin
how can u claim pimp when your faggot ass done been broken
when it come to batty business u can bet ill stay a virgin
remove yo organs when i cut u, im somethin like a surgeon
when it come to dealin with a snitch the priority is urgent
u feelin me like a bitch, ill clean u out like detergent
A born martian murder marshall's speed walking
What the fuck did i just say? That's the trees talking
So you wanna rhyme deep, throw you in the sea rhyme to the dolphins
The fatherless, motherless, child orphan that resides in Boston
I blinded all the onlookers, so the streets aren't watching
I'm clocking punches in, soloist leave em soaken
choken off the rhyme blend, my minds grim
The reapers in the house again, torturing your fuck friends
fools thinking turning the lights off is hittin a switch
only in spite do i spit, not a drop wasted in a bit
fuck knowledge through college, self educate this bitch
a shut mouth conceals, reveals nothing but the hitch
where the words heard attached to verbs with kits
deters his and hers knits and picks
word to my granny betty, put up some fetti and its a bet
flex the dialect wit every sentence grimier than the next
out of respect for opposition i stay at least arm distance
cause i choke mics and necks is like them so my hands dont know the difference
you could be big pimpin', stackin' cake from rock dealin'
matters not when the beat drop, be another murkoutz victim
plain and simple, my style cripple like nick hogan in a rental
murder mo official, i see the bitch in you like yentl
ask ya kin folk bout the lyricist with words thats to big to mince
i make ripples that turn to tidal waves, wetting all the innocent
bystanders, i set the standard every time i think about new shit
niggaz is followers, what if weezy was jumping off a cliff
that'll be a trip, teens today dont even fuck with common sense
and call me a rap geek cause i beat anything my nigga common spit
Freestyles for real.. sniff, hound & snuff/
Big baller what? Bitch, called your bluff/
..Only time you ball out's at a nudist beach/
..Guess the truth's not as clear as it used to be/
..I'm a true emcee.. gifted musically/
I like my time alone, I'd fit in prison beautifully/
I got flows resembling the ocular molecular structure
You can’t rupture the shit I speak on will self destruct on ya/
When ever you cats begin to rhyme
You sound like tweety bird on crack/
I rack bars wit pool hall yards
Cut cha cards on more glass tables than deuces are wild/
I’m the knife to any bladed warrior
Coming from Q-U to S-U y’all know who/
I’m viewed from the parks to highest arcs
Check the sharks I slay wit pens, knives, darts and swords/
Even without the stats based on the max put out on any given Sunday
I’m able to put together a season without any rhyme or reason/
Y’all ain’t even applicable to put together razor sharp verses
When I’m ripping through your crew like cheap tissue duke/
Y’all steady in the background too high to get down
I’m ciphering like a sniper when I’m rifling off/
No matter if I’m coming from Upstate New York
I never balk the pitchers you missing that I’m hitting/
Now you get pulled in third inning like Jose Sosa
Are you supposed to be the nicest with the heater/
I never retreat after I defeat cha wit more run than hits
You can’t even muster a clear strategy to oust me from my routes/
Depart cha like Leo my shit be more advanced than Neo Geo
I’ll tiger shark bury you like the 1941 World War II video game/
Simple n Plain, Wrinkle da Plains, with a Pitiful Phrase, Imbeciles Slain
Digital Mayne, Critical Pain, with a Single Blow to the Miserable Brain
i got Picaso Artwork, ur just a Imposter that doesn't do the Hard Work
in Short Terms I'm a whole 4 Quarters, and ur just 1/3rd
i got Guts n Nutz ur Just Abrupt Enough ta get Fucked up..
From the Butt and from the Blunt Club i Swung Drunk
me and da Sheepish Lord, will Tag Team a Whore..
then Make Believe she'z Yours, and Succeed n More
Thread ownership, break bones with clips, hot slugs on ya lips
Cell on the hip ringing, Vibrate the world slinging
Bringing chapters to ghost your masters, moving faster
Your knocked toothless bastards, standup actors
Slash style massive cuts, upper body uppercuts
Young teflon Don, threw a party, at the door with Gotti arms
Drastic bombs, the songs ridicule your primary's
Die scary, touch Mariah Carey, hit Nick with Cannons
Outkast still standing, Holy ghost handguns
World war grandson, Charles man son in the mansion
merciless visions enscribed upon my thought patterns/
the god shatter ya physics horrific wit dark matter/
pain inflicted from metallic talons in the hawks cavern/
cloaked wieldin a scythe revealin light from a lantern/
i broke the hands of time and defied divine answer/
anarchy displayed in my rimes go's far beyond chapters/
guard-i-an master of the universe uniquely/
form lyrical plagues diggin graves i besiege thee!!