I drop hot lines in my sleep while weaker minds count sheep
back to snatch shit like a thief, the Temple warrior’s high chief
leavin’ foes Russellin’ like Crows, pigeon toed silly hoes
get tossed like old clothes, plucked like ducks in rows
all those opposed can fold, my style is lock and load
fuck around get slumped down on a dead end road
my words span the globe, I’m probin’ minds in Tel Aviv
shit Is real, like holdin’ lines, doing time for felonies
stickin’ niggas for hella cheese, the world is your’s then bet it
quick to flash your jewels, you’ll get swiped like credit
touched by the hand that glistens so I’m chosen, man listen
the sky is my only limit so I’m full of ambition
trick bitches claimin’ they gifted, mami’s sick with it
still infectin’ your whole click with the shit I spit
my flow’s infectious like aids, invadin’ brains like tumors
ear born disease consumed ya, spread like legs and rumors
ebonics that sonic boomed ya, my style’s wilder than Guile
street fightin’ with ruff necks, duckin’ Teks on the green mile
Dae’s the Golden Child, I walk and breathe the killer’s creed
please believe, rookie emcees don’t ever want it with me
I leave domes blown like the breeze, chests-swissed like cheese
knock your heart off your sleeve, break you down to your knees
this that shit you should heed, rare breed, can’t fuck with my flow
disbelievers can get it though then duct taped like video
Word: adamanteus
Originally Posted by SpOk3N
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