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Verse 2
Is a mixture of Arabic,
Sanscrit, English, italics
I talk quick, y'all bitches can't
blood vessels
While y'all crab niggas try to wrestle
to be on top of this pedestal
Slang doctrine, minoxin, lyrical toxin,
I'm chessboxin'
Words is rushin' through like
Verse 3
a herd of angry oxen
is dead weight
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Concentrate, my murder rate accelerate,
I'm so spoiled like coke in the foil
Knock knock, I shot the whole block
Electricity, flow splendidly
Internally inside of me like Tony Starks' tee
I create excellency,
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Bbm
For slang hall, vocabulary Igor,
Frankenstein mind
Rewind for a minute while I dig down your track,
stupid
I move quick shit is accurate,
Kojack tactics
Chaos, Killa Bee minds, high society blackness,
Verse 4
cream than Carvel
Y'all niggas best to hold your
weight like barbell
To my verbal swordsman school,
students don't play truant
My most prudent pupil,
rhyme under influence
Of alcohol and tobacco,
mushrooms imported from Morocco
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Bellies on the rocks and a twenty
bitch, I carve
Lyrics on the paper so my family
Verse 5
won't starve
I stay highly involved
Got trapped in many wars but
not yet retreated
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I just write to read it (damn, nigga)
It's all fresh lyric,
no nothing gets repeated (turn the mic on)
I came a long way and, guess
what? I succeeded
I conquer my opponent and feed
him baby food
'Cause he's childish and illiterate and, yeah,
has been rude
To the father year me, O- R- I- G
Verse 6
Scavenger nigga, you's a shrimp
A full line of shit, my ear can't digest it
Stop drinking all that water,
let's take it to the land
So I can Godzilla up your shit,
Mr. Tiny Tim man
Niggas be creeping up my beanstalk
on your fucking ass
Played my shit like parks,
Verse 7
bitch, I'm that
You secondary bitch- ass fairies
Scary cats won't survive
this verbal attack
You think you're slang can match
you should be stung on your tongue
While you young guns bunge, we plunge
into the grunge
Deep into the dark dungeon,
we come in one wind
Nine minds combine to form the wisest
rhyme force to summon
I be the quoted mathematical
combination
you feel my solar wind blowing
Verse 8
Just then,
I came on the stage like wind
Blew slang in your face
and it touch your skin
You felt chilly,
just like you smoked a bag of illy
Two pairs of socks, kid,
I'm cold like ice rocks
Chap- lipped duds can't fuck
with the chatterbox
Cherry heads felt the draft
of the ox
Shaolin niggas all fuck with one block
Down with the union,
big street sling murderer
Terrorizing, move, I'm tranquilizing
Fast getaway wit' the slow speed driving
Two miles an hour,
Cappa do it wit' the power
Somebody blow something,
cut fool in the tower
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