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I got one hell of a well level of skill
Satans army must feel
Cause my souls suddenly something they don't wanna kill

Or Bleep wit a fella with real spits
With an over spray
Even with a even flow spray
Most of you rappers sound gay
But anyway
Bleep any pay
Cause it's Hollywood rappers I desire ta slay
Okayy
Please get me away
From every weak individual in my way

Just alota dead weight
I see
So free
When I speak
And tweek
Words deep
In bedded into beats
Drilled by strong teeth
You don wanna breach
Cause I'mma verbal freak
The only you will ever meet
That can walk N talk threw many streets
And still return with out any defeat

So retreat each and every line
Inna weak mind
With no height ta climb
Vines growing up my achin spine
Jesus may sip some wine
But I smoke northern pine
Never kind
In a world that teaches you how ta die
And if rap was a crime
The illuminati already knows my flows would have me serving life
Not ta mention rhymes this skilled mind defies in well written writes
Many like
I hate sprite
Half whites
A stingy kike
Flying a kites
I can out rap the storage space of a F*uckin terabyte! !

I gotta mercedz benz
Got plenty of friends
Friends like me
That got alotta money
Step outside
Go for a ride,
To a decent place that serves chicken & rice


Look!
I'm the illest with the sickest of spits
Massive verbal kicks
Kicking rappers with this pitch
They can't diss
And struggle ta fatness

So I just
Replenished ya first verse
Into some work
With killer force
That distorts
Any emcee exportin garbage threw them speaker ports

Even inna pair of board shorts & flip flops
I still out dot every rapper I've ever came across
Cause I work syllables like a drug lord boss
So I know I gotta flow that explodes just as hard as rock
You can't stop
Or undo these shredded letter knots
That er tighter than this skill killas drealocks

With these hot red locs looking hot as Bleep cause I carry a bad boy image
Better than ya regular average
A savage
maverick
Madly attracted
To skill than a Mr Mathers
Who no longer matters

So I'm quick ta shatter any matter using this language
At rap battles held in underground basements
I can't stand fake shit
Rhymes witha face so basic
You couldn't fix shit with a hundred thousand dollar face lift
I never pace if I came ta race drift

Down shift a few bars
Ta see just how this Mercedes will pass cars
Till I reach the ancient beach that once existed on Mars
Body of many God's
Go ahead....
Tell em what's coming and it ain't their God

A crazy Bleep causing lock jaw with a skil saw and a mind that can't pause
Gripping mic like I was born with tiger claws
And I can dismember the shit outta TYGRA'S puss jaw
Bring em a fall so hard that he thought his mother was a real dog
Producing albums with more flaws
Than national orders for soft drink straws
Cause you ain't this good at all

I mean shit dawg...
I'm no human disciple
Believin in fairy tale that "lie" in a book they call the Bible
Neither do I believe In any devil
So I'll continue to kick and cast pebbles at many rivals like a rebel
Who embezzles a Intel with intellectual swells coming up from this music well

Putting hell outta business cause the race is
Stepping up with letters leaving alphabetical words wit
Alpha cuts
Cause I flow with no list
so you cant bitch
Against
Sick bars
Worth a greater price than the over valued rich
And oh yeah....
I wrote these 10 verses filled curses in just
Under 34 minutes
For my daily fix
Of smoking hydroponic lines off a beat so sick
I make the American rap industry twitch. ..