you claim to have lyrical clarity, watch me blurr ya vision
when i spit in ya sights wit precision, step into my kitchen
ill show you tha beef, take a bite outa me? ya losin ya teeth
ya headin straight for the knife drawer but they all in my sheeth
all the cards in my hand, royal flush over hear, you jus bluffin
catch me if you can im the ginger bread man, the bakers man, ya jus a man wita muffin
ya nuthin to me, you cant even see cleary, but you can hear that rhymes like mine are a rarity
so much for ya clarity you didnt see this comin, next time ill give you a warnin, but dont stare at me
i see you tryna look focus in on my rhymes, but you blind, so my lyrics you will not find
is this beef ? it could be if you keep it raw, but over cook it, wind up crooked, im fuckin wit ya mind

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