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[Verse 1]
Y`all sendin` motherfuckas to an early grave
murder men then murder slaves
verbal plays vacant so you herbs behave
When I was your age I wasn`t that a rave
I was bangin` jackin` spades lacin` page after page
At that stage, you rookies would`ve bat at the bat cage
With pride up in ya swingin` stance
While I was catchin` finger cramps
Writin` in a dark room wid swingin` lamps
You sing and dance, you won`t step you bringin` ramp shit
Ring the bell, I fight you like a horse in a cell
Bumpin` this hell toward the rail like a sorcerer`s spell
7L holds cream like a tortoise`s shell
ya organs will swell, click and then you turn into a cell
My thought be malice, shine like aurora borealis
Thought me how to spit in callous oratory at ya axis
I speak my mind like telepathy, burn you like an effigy
So you better choose ya weaponry
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[Verse 2]
Yo I spit the words of death
curse ya breath, there`s no person left
still can mesh burnin` ya flesh so nothing`s left
Of the missin` elements and artificial intelligence
The darkside of a bright mind my rhymes designed to
blow ya back in like a rogue assassin or komodo dragon
Cloak and dagger know no havin` verbal package
With the photographic vocals overlap and overcrackin`
Clones attackin`, you need to stick to local rappin`
Cause I roll wid chicks lookin` dyke bend it over bitch
Wid the dopest lips you could ever kiss
Holdin` this is close to this, that`ll reconverse on this
Which episode a pack of old crazy motorists
I change hands like polyist(?) or a solar eclipse
Knock you off like a merc you got it, when it`s kicks
Women feelin` my tongue, Esoteric spillin` blood
Killin` villainous thugs like Daredevil wid a bentley glove
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[Verse 3]
Yo I`m David Blaine raisin` Cain meditate and stay the same
Specialize in state of brains jeopardize a lame frame
Main game flooded daily basis, takin` pages to Israeli paces
Verses that I vomit have the traces of the comet Haley chases
Alien races wid scaley faces, sayin` damn you laced us
Fachist, I blow clouds out the sky
Leave rhy-mers surprised when I gouge out their eyes
I`m the shaman pawn man, the skull of Tutankam-en embalmin` fluid
Runnin` through the veins of the Druid
Like a pharoah, who shadows like the grave of a dead pig
Covered in red sweat, crab ass rappers guard quicker than Bobafed
Or his father Jengo, I might catch `em like a stitchin` witch
Fuck a pigeon bitch I project vocals to catch rep
like Robotech on attack, the god ock is back