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I’m the KING you should just be happy I let ya’ll Graceland
I’m still on the paper chase while I’m roaming the wasteland
I pace sand looking for haters, watch the hand by my waistband
It’ll misplace blands Bus’ putting you in your rightful place man
As I deface and with haste stand on the equator so bus will see
Both halves of the world individually, Can anybody kill me?
Ya’ll are standing with hands on B and you still can’t feel me
Even though I sonned ya’ll illegitimately like I’m Jesse Jackson
Yo that’s just the facts dun, you know Bus’ll break your back son
So you got to get treated with traction, Bus’ll snatch your faction
While you gaze with laudation and satisfaction at our great skill
Your fates real and your mistakes seal your life but you can’t deal
Cause no beast Norman can stop bus’ LECTuRE as his deBates kill
TPP Gate seals but we stay on point cause we’re sharp in the head
I hammerheads so you might just find this lyrical shark in threads
Rip me to shreds? I’ve seen more wood knots in a carpenters shed...

My charismatic verbal, brighter than the light of day
Voice so ill no need for fuckin wordplay
But you told me to work on mic presence
I told you I could murder a beat in seconds
You looked passed when I wrote that raw diction
Overlooked the fact I was rippin right precision
Ya mental lackin creative lyrical vision
Fuck telling the truth I'ma rip you all in fiction
So bring it, if you're better than the rest
My knowledge alone, a catalyst for ya death
Damage the chest cavity wit a single verb
Shatter the nerve, balance the body count wit my twisted words
My mental has reached it final stage
Cracking the alpha numeric code on every page
Aramaic slang spit at any person who turned
Toxins release thru my speech, all will burn
Need not trust anyone who speaks weak on me
They've all spilt blood, when punched wit a syringe of disease
Tired of cats believin lies, assumin's bad for ya health
want know about Prov, I'll tell you myself
how I came up, grew to be a man
rip ya spinal cord wit my bare hand
Insane, crazy thoughts run thru the mind
connect dots to create the profile for the lyrically blind
Peeps who can't speak in rhythmic intellegence
leave the mic alone ya beliefs are totally fuckin irrelavant
the hellbot swingin swords to chop ya mandible
tearin ya flesh frame to uncountable decimals
ya pitaful fuckin wit this design of pure evil
body count higher than the slain race of jewish people...

Verbal assassination, a deadly combination, I shine like radiation
A new generation, fresh spirit of innovation without imitation
The most raw, the conspiracy, the theory of a revolution
Simple solutions, authority vendetta is my divine retribution
The poignant professional, suppressing thoughts into sharp rhymes
Limitless ideas, representin a minority becoming major in time
Personifying perfection, more superior upon closer inspections
Stand five feet away from peeps, coz my rhymes give 'em erections
Chemical fusions, the deadly combination of 12 acidic MC's
Poignant Professeurs, bitch, sick spits with 100 year guarentee's
Electrifying verbals, branded into brains with no hope of escape
Unforgettable rhymes, implant in minds, distorting regular shapes
Lyrical fortification, incinerate accolades into outer space
Positive mentality, hard-hittin rhymes spit at incredible pace
I atomize MC's, leave em demised, paralyzed and soul-deprived
Eternally blazin, shit, theres not been one MC whose soul-survived...