I’m comin hard, wit knives to split ur eyes so you can “foursee” my victory//
And if these kids couldn’t get that wordplay, Irony don’t mean shit to me//
Dog, my words are known to be blunt-tight-n-blatent//
Beatin me? You aint gotta chance in hell like rollin dice-wit-satan//
My punchlines alter niggaz neurology//
I’ll have you prayin n pondering theology//
No folks not mythology//
Chronologic did infact offer me a tear jerkin apology//
I’m like Jesus rappin when I walk on water//
Spitten flames compared to hell coz its not much hotter//
With a sick verse of slick words, serving you like God’s my father//
I’m the Truth, if you were a preist I’d have you pop ya “colla”//
Your scared---you need to get-out-and-fight//
I’m showin no signs of stopping, like brakes-witout-da-lights//
If a nigga talking bout me, don’t let me catch wind//
Coz ima make sure ur neck n knees become best friends//
My rhymes spillin more than old faithful//
U aint got shit to say, bitch now ur mouth is stapled//
My rhymes are dropping like bombs n’ leave you hidin under the table//
Come to ur house and rob while ur home…ill say im fixin the cable//

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