ya sig sound stupid, u should kno God made earth//
beats are all around us; in nature, b4 mans birth//
it's his turf, but as long as I'm living it's occupied//
why try, can't even see me while I'm passin by//
a fractioned size, u'll need five of u to beat me//
so teensy, u'll be history like B.C.//
come see me, and it'll be the last thing u see//
like Ray Charles when he hit fourteen//
may he rest in peace, but not u, I'll torture u//
u scared tryna escape like yung orphans do//
and who are u, a one-man-band wit no stand//
u need a crew, lyrical rapsody had to take ya hand//
we got a plan, so if u gon' spit then spit right//
this is all fun fo me, but ya bars betta be tight//

aight fam, lets see wat u got... spit sumthing hot fo these niggas

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Lyrical Rapsody