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You get smacked up where ma goals of dawin power lies/
Bleep da mission of ya lurid adventures, my intellectual fittness hour rise/
Got no time backsliddin/
I'd cut ya jugular vien, then start my samurain jack-slashin/
My rhymes re pinned to da sky, and buckled to da moon/
Ya nights keep slippin away in sorrow tunes/
Forensic, never treadin soft b**** i'm hard and chimin near/
I stay focused while some cowards dream impair/