I kick sick spits...that release acidic saliva so when i rip this...reframe from gettin burnt from the liquid that covers licked lips//
Peform at high levels usin god as my witness...my sixth sense is mental fitness...like well fed HIV patients i'm full of sickness//
control your anger... when I spit bars like the solid holdin up a hanger...no stranger... danger-ous enough to raid a raider...finish product contains of strictly ashes cause the words of fire I wrote burned the paper//
I elevated beyond any level, to the point I practice Air-robics...to equal the sharpness you'd have to spit on the tip and direct rare throw picks//
Skillz beyond age i stage in a short verse 1/4 of a page...got more hard bars than a steel cage... not a fan of nintendo but come at you with primal rage//

just a lil warm up open mic to get me back in this
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