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				U Think U Can 4get Centz????????
			 
			 
			
		
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		yoyoyoyo, 
i know what you thinking... you figure since- 
u ashamed of impitence you'll just dick ride NONCENTZ. 
the difference is im really ill from the miniscule molecule in my druel- 
the type of ILLyou FAKE so you wont have to go to school. 
Im 3 times iller then any m.c.-my 98 farenheit turns 298 degree- 
spit at you and creamate you to debree. 
When I release my monoxide....... 
Heat waves turn to heat strokes provoked by quotes spoke- 
The residue outcome is 2nd hand smoke mixed in anthrax tokes. 
When subject matter and verb become action leaving bones broke. 
its SON~DAY, 
i ressurect my career in 7 bars-beating heavens brains retard- 
leave em bleeding hair lines receiding, 
domes left ajar. 
use an ink cartridge to seprate you mouth ridge from you cartilage- 
cause you wouldnt drop knowledege... dropping out of college. 
you fabricate your life 50 percent cotton- 
i spit punchlines til my brains blood clotten. 
i battle with words.... 
verbal cold wars with mtephors-yall some fake crips spitten folk~lore 
im firing each letter in caps- like they was discharged from gats- 
twist your wig back, till your hariline  starts  at your rectol crack. 
the impact resembles nuclear warheads....if you haten this- 
ill murder you ,your fans,fam and crew 
dropping bombs and incinerate all within a 100 mile radius. 
im ill with this... my lyrical brain weight is  as~vast- 
as an obeice mans' physical mass- 
when i got ill shit on my mind...my behind shits mustard gas. 
i destroy heavens... leave em brain poralasis from lyrical edekets- 
MY SINGULAR FORMAT RIPS IN PREDICATE. 
you dont want non your spinless like invertebrates. 
i rhyme for me so fuck you!....a half ass means half a heart- 
you been in it this a minute i been flowing since noahs ark. 
displace your faith when you face to face with the begotten 
ill leave your skill missing your career so close to forgotten- 
you face is already on  milk carton. 
		
	
		
		
		
		
		
	
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