Yo, get your storey straight before you step up to the plate
Desecrate with the rhymes I create before you can contemplate
Conjugate lyrical forces, you want to talk shit, check your sources
I’ve schooled rappers with spiritual courses, the hate of 100 divorces
Blast past so fast it won’t even disrupted the bullshit shadow you cast
You’ve got flow, but your rhymes are half assed, we don’t even contrast
Spiting bullets through your words, you want beef, I kill cattle by the herd
It’s almost absurd, in here I’ll make your death look like accident occurred
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We High As Kites, Raining Meteorites I'm Intergalactic, You Want Tactics
Shoot You With A 9 Millimeter Automatic, Break Your Back With Chiropractics