See, this is what all emcees end up doin when they type whack
they put my name in their rap, and act like I aint gon strike back!
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I wasn't gon come and pressure you, but that rap was unacceptable
my words'll put a stunning vex on you instead of a gun n tech to you
Watch ya lungs get pressed, removed, graves? I'll put u under several
so maybe you'll become a legend, dude, n learn from the message too
Tryna 'come close to me, you getting hit' like 'running next to bulls'
you'll have to cry to God for some angels to come and rescue you!
The key's I've done perplexin fools, I shouldn't be the one u steppin to
cause this rapgame, you'll 'fly out fast' like 'slugs when weapons pulled'
I could drop above the heavens, dude, above in seven moons
only thing keepin you breathing, is the Lord's love he kept for you!
But after me and the Lord finish what we discuss, ya set for doom
and July 25, 2006 can be the year they said was the end of you!

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The Scholar