yo...
Make your life tragic like Magic’s as you engage-with-AIDS
Your dream’s like MJ's jump shot cause they fade-away and I’ll save-the-day
As I stomp-this-fag with more punches than a rocky-match
“Tuck you away” cause you “stink” like big league hockey-bags
Much like cocky-blacks, a relationship with your girl man, I “will-forbid”
Cause I’ll put “Siemen” across-her-shirt…
Like she play for Real-Madrid
This whack hybrid just acts-black when he jack-plaques from whack-cats
But you can’t combat on flat-tracks
So I’ll teach-you-to-rap and speaking-of-facts the demon-is-back
To holla-front, you better off being a baler-son, this scholar-stunned
Spitting 90 degrees, your CD will be crushed into debris
Even if I’m skipping-a-beat, I’ll be ripping-this-Gee
Have you die in your paralysis like you Christopher-Reeves
Watch this emcee get around-your-hounds
Make your DOGS jump…
As I pound-the-ground with thunder-sounds made when I gun-the-rounds
I’ll bury you while you alive so you can listen to what’s under-ground

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