ayo i got tha rite credentials, never sentimental, flowin over a demented instrumental
mi shit is essential like blood flowin thru ur left ventricle
im eventful, like psychopaths goin mental,
i get technical, yo mi shit is very logical, poison ur adominal
better watch ur calendar cus october 8th, music will shake,
an ull awake from ur pissed off stake, ill keep it quizzical,
theres alot of ill rappers that seem 2 be invisible
wake up people your gonna get hit with a missile
i smoke thistle, ignite ur gristle, shit is classical and factual
turn up the bass, i amaze with my crazed daze 4 days
ur a discrase to this place, i carry my weight, an stay great
yo intake sum more breath 2 create another earthquake
i aint opaque u made a mistake tryin 2 forsake tha hate
rap aint been tha same since 88 tha kings of rock
you cant rock it like this, better desist or ull be deceased
ur crib will be leased 2 tha middle east
steal all your food so i can have a feast
the least i can do is give a shoutout 2 DJ Clue yo stayin true
subdue your crew with slew of shoe
an dont think cause im new i cant outrap you
ill flip tha script that contains my technacal lyrical shit
so settle down cus ill always were the crown of sound

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