I'll tell you what the deal-is,kneel before the realest,
I peel-the-'tips' off 'vital-nerves' justso ya'll can 'feel-this',
I heal-lips..sippin' on your flows cause they failed the seal-test,
I deal-scripts and kill-kids with lyrical field-trips,conceal-clips..
I shield-hits with verbal-spits and double-barrel your heretics
I double-dare tricks to ride-dicks with bullshit between their hips,
cause "bare-tits" drive me 'wild' like 'lions' with veal-'strips',
my meal-is-bliss...a wolf dressed in sheep-skins,
missed my tiger-shark style; forgot to sea-fins,
I keep my head outta water standin' in the deep-end,
'locked out' of ya mental-home.. because ya'key-bent',
I've always sent 'lines' into your circle-of-thoughts,
not pullin' me hard at all, your just working-the-naught,
getting tighter with each diss, and missed battle I've fought,
maybe I should retire?..........bitch, I think not,
I brought ya'll fame, but my name stands-alone,
spearing the pyramids into spherical-cones,
a miracle-clone, couldn't spit similar-verses,
my worst-words will get under your skin and submerge-curses,
I converge-what- ya-heard into splurges of clear-light,
my near-sighted 3rd eye-spied ya into sheer-fright,
I ignite paper of all shapes, sizes and forms,
dialate you people with equal lightning-bolts in my storm,
nightly-colts-are-the-norm, but I'm sicker than malt-liquor,
thicker-skin than space-ship-rims, and still-I-be-quicker,
than little-Kim on the brim of her first-period-bleeding,
my style got ya open before the opening-greeting,
feindin' for rides from strangers and puttin' their asses-in-danger,
so fucking-ill... I stood the virgin Mary up at the manger,
but that was back in the day....fuck-it, today I'm the same-way,
couldn't clean my grimy-rhymes with turpentine and oil-of-olay,
payin'-my dues, my Firewater connect never-lose,
choose your question, my sections at the top of who's-who,
stay droppin' clues, my Elementalz riddle-ya-with-rhymes,
stoppin' at red-lights to rock-mics in the middle-of-a-crime,
we're waving-goodbye to time-itself, and shaking hands
with the infinite, your sense-of-depth is trippin' if
ya don't know the flows your dippin'-in,
I'm rippin'-it, servicing all you herbs with my verbal massacre,
words are making your skin turn- to-gashed-rashes like acid-burns,
it's my turn in the limelight, hip-hops my co-pilot,
when I step to the mic, ya'll have the right to remain silent......."

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