I'm on top of my game like I was standin' in wait on the top of the globe.//
droppin' raps that's toppin' craps spit by mc's like tha doc an' slim, hittin' home.//
like I'm spittin' addresses out tha phone, book, jus look.//
or listen or some shit that isn't dissin', and gittin' on my last nerve.//
'cause if ya even thinkin' an' ill thought or cop a das-verse, I swear that'll be ya last words.//
make sure ya crash first, play'n a game a chicken ya damn right I'm the first ta swerve.//
then step out the drivers seat and blast heat through yours.//
he shoots, an' I score, scorn any mc for swor'n bars say'n they on a higher levle than christ.//
I perspire venom in my sweat and shake my head like your pet.//
dry myself off, while my swell melts off ya skin.//
hell's hot, where ya think I'm livin' in.//
swimin' in tha molten rock, while I smoke a rock and rock a beat with the heat of an ill drop.//
stop an' reach defeat, depleat mc's like tha rain forest.//
leave them callin' god askin' for re-inforcements.//
like tha wheele of fortune, I'm a game of chance to play an' advance, means ya take ya chance with death.//
spray'n tekk's ta splinter spinal chords and force early retirement.//
that's why so many vets are x-pirin'.//

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