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Old 07-22-02, 03:22 AM   #1
LACK OF LOGIC
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LOGIC IS CENTZ
CENTZ IS LOGIC
2 man concepts- split personality exsist in my subconscious-
both disaterous- twist your wig till we my stomach haunches- and i turn nautius-and faustious-
one will spit bars- the other regurgitate hard- with punchline's like collisions between a truck and a car-
each doing 75 on the i 95-
plus when they collide-
flip like they wont equipped with a torque bar-im the illest by far- with the illness to spit beyond sub par-
at a thousand pounds of pressure per rhymes- thats atleast 100 lasserations etched or branded to the paper with lines-
charged like twin alkalines-
internet dialects - downloaded for an m.c. to interprit- in real life i rip mics like starved lions on fragile colprits-
treating m.c. by eating m.c.'s-
give em every disease- after my album gets critiqued through the pyrimidic tree- under the evolution of std's-
and im diagnosed with full blown everything from clap to gonnrie-
in other words none of you are sicker than me- or even have half the mental degree- in comparison your album drop out and graded g-e-d/so you lack my mind equivelency-
dont mention the LOL or M.K.C- unless you sick of life or just sick of breathing-
give you a beating- and wont exagerate-im just that great with what i create- rhymes so tight that if i dont give em space- im liable to sufficate- inhail cpr from every virgin in 50 states-just to resesitate- then fuck you m.c.'s with the agression of a lesbian busting the first time her coochie get ate-while her eggs ovulate-
compared to me you cats is primates-actually primitive to primates-when your only hustles was selling your ass to deathrow inmates-on out takes-of gay taxi cab confessions screamin my name when you each lactate-
you cant fuck with M/B OR M-BODY- OR EVEN ANY MEMBER OF MY FAMILY- we solute with middle fingers pledging a beating to SPITTEN FLAMES and U.E.- you see- the beaf can never be deaded- even if i was beheaded- or brain washed to forget it-
by some experiment-
with death as a remedy- come bacl like the crow cause i aint gonna forget revenge on my enemies-and wont rest in peace- till they rest diceased-or live with the memory of how of how they got gang raped by my team-
my signature shows the planet the greatest stars since the constilations-the conjuration-of rhymes to decode nuclear probes and hold hostage rap across the globe- and take rap world domination.
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