I'm sick 'n quick wit' my mic & a switch blade
You be brave 'n I got a clip in Ya Rib cage
Yup! that's whats gon' happen if you act dumb..
Silencer on the Gat, it sounds like I'm clappin a cap-gun
You's whack-son, I rack-em up then mack 'n dump
damn, half these emcees studyin rap for chumps....
BUT...in retaliation you can dish a little punchline
...I dont feel pain...
......so how you gon hurt me with a bunch of rhymes?
fuck it, Ill punch your lines..recycle to save the O-zone
my grips so cold you'd think I was clutchin a snow-cone
Nigga, go home..'cause on the mic I be bussin
fucker! you dont even wanna know where my Nuts-been
so whats it gonna-be?..You know you aint killin-me
on the mic i got the agility & ability to straight drill-emcees
I'm fulfilin your needs, like popcorn man i bag up seeds
son, even ya own fam 'rippin you off' like leaf on the weed
chief on the green, Grab the mic and straight grind ya jaws
You know what?..I'm so dope I dont even have to try no more
Weither I'm fly or raw, Its decisive and the rhymes is sick
and you check ya wrist watch and its sayin 'time to quit'
Its a cryhme to sit...whenever the fuck I be flowin
I'm like clearasil in a battle & these zits never 'showin'
So I'm forever knowin that they scared of the power
cause I got so much knowledge I turn the freshest mc sour
friendly one hour...then a heartless fuck the nexth
I'm like love struck teenagers the way I 'Masterd the text' (message)
A bastard to vets, raizin the sets witta chip on my shoulder
steppin to me?...
....you'll have the whole U.S on you just for dissin a soldier

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