yea i hit like i spit ,fast wit a blast,take ya body to da future leav'ya mind in da past......wen my chrome touches ya vein itl send you insane youle be crashin down like a focus in the wrong lane....im all fired up like a corpse in the burn section....when it comes to battlein you a vic-tory is my expectation.... but listen G i dont even care if i win....yea im a sick mother fucker like a peado wit a grin.....listen met-a-4 i should have the rights to your name... coz i use em more than posh uses becks to find fame.....im dat type o nigga who ads scars to your ego....i got the skill o ronaldo and brain like figo......u saw im a new-b ,thought ile murder this kid......now you startin to fall you startin to skid....ya brains goin in different directions you dont no what to do.....yea ma names killah -AC and im comin for you......normally id elevate and spit even iller....but you see your the first on the list of a serial killah....ile take away your smile like uve just lost a bet....ile put you to sleep thats why they call me the vet....
now lets see wot you can rustle up from y lyrical pot....lets see how sick you can go, can you bloon and pop like a spot?............

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