Whoa...Whoa....Fuck Italics......Fuck Bold Letter.....I'ma get Cold.....Like Michagans Weather....

whatcha life, dats right i use cife for targets...
accomplishment a.k.a. known for Felony charges.../

un-depicted, like nostrodamous all ya rhymes i predicted...
get wit it, like da leader of "undestructable emcees", all my rhymes "Re$tricted".../

one toss and u dead, yo rhymes so minute i'll "floss" wit dis "thread"...
shit, was ur verse that i read, cuz i'll have my dawg LOT bring da-fiths-to-ur-head.../

I'm swifty when hitten, gotcha trapped in my "cife"er coughtcha slippen...
your cooked, you couldnt be more prepared if ya verse was pre-written.../

stop drop, whatchmy cosmic reaction, couldnt hitcha quicker like verbs-in-action...
herbs-i'm-jackin, my rhymes is diseases, but my illness is non-contractin.../

Ayo Whoa Whoa

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