I spit metaphors and similes faster than Hilliary slapping Bill Clinton screaming at him "YOU Bastard how could you cheat on me?!!"
I know my style is the shit MCs have to spray potpouri on me, verbal tactics so graphic that my raps are rated R, X ,and PG-33
put mercury in ya vains so u can measure my degree of difficulty, 90% of yall MCs fakes and phonies like breast with silicone be
balogna is what they bring cause they can''t afford to have beef with me, the steaks is too high plus I got E-Coli and the Mad Cow disease
I''m ILL enough to sell ya soul to the devil then take it back from him, when I say I''m ILL its more than just an adjective or acromyn
its an attitude, a state of mind, I battle u to raise the crime rate, been in my prime state before they recorded date or time
since 99, I''ve been trying to write ILL rhymes, whats that second grade battling MCs using three word lines
A few years of expereince I''m to good just to be 24, eating up these weak candyass rappers like jellybeans in do time
I''ll take your girl away from u just to leave with ONE HAND, my rhymes outshines yours so much that I gave them a sun tan
thinking u hot I don''t know where u came up with that conclusion, the friction between ya dick and ya hand is the only heat u producing
Ice Pick will run in ya set, with full clips playin Russian Rulet, most of these MC''s think they perfect yet they can''t come correct
I''m one of the best, a pain in ya neck chest and ya back, throw u in front of a train cause u told me to help keep You on track
my verbal attack is similar to the bombing in Hiroshima Japan, battling me is like a midget trying to clash with a titan fighting with seeds in his hand
any MC living after a battle with me is considered a luxury, but I''ll cut off all ya fingers so that u can''t get in touch with me
luck can be on ya side but u still cant luck out, hit u so hard to ya spirits jumps out ya body and say" DAMN you got knocked the fuck out!!"
I spit so quick I could beat your ass rockin timbs and baggy jeans, while readin a magazine with ten thousands pounds strapped on back of me
actually I''m the ILLEST I dare these pussies to laugh at me, my Super Lyrical striking ya with ya clothes soaked in gasoline....
I can battle u on train and still wont let that shit ride, MCs couldn''t be safe even if I had let''em slide
they must be cars cause I"m KNOWN to verbally beat the brakes off''em
most of these crew is so sweet it looks like somebody threw cake on''em
debating if i''m the ILLEST LET IT BE KNOWN I''m the apocalypse, forget rockin it I got boulders fallin on top of shit
if KNOWLEDGE is the key then u know I gots to be locking it, these MCs aint see''in me with a million pair of binoculars
Super hybrid individual aint no stoppin this, I think I''m the ILLESt now u tell me your hypotheisis....

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