Life or debt, debit your metrics trigger your ethics with my epics
Treasure trove battle in groves massive droves
Been armies battling emcees off cliffs adrift
Driven lifts off the rips, spit the grips equip the ships
Mechanize drones dropping braincases
Shoot cha grapple, match rival’s bionic carnival
Mind marvels street fight you in mortal combat
Come telepathic when I drop telekinesis eat through your thesis
Dropping flames when I read it like a cast of features
I play more games than arcades and MMO’s
Get with the flow, or get out with the old like a graphics past its prime
Dropping lines Marcos’s Seven driven living off the land, a farmer’s hand
With a battle plan technique is ill son
Watch how I spit one peace to Biggie, Tupac, JMJ and Big PUN
Come outta the cold, call e’m sun cause he shines like one
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