My calculated intention is to envision/
Your bitch ass turning up missin'/
Dice u up wit' mathematical precision/
Turn u into little squares, put u in the fig next to the apples & pears/
My flows make bank tellers crunch numbers/
Its been a long winter, but know the beast has awoken from his slumber/



No one can even come close to touchin' that shit^^^^^^
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