yo, yo, yo, mic check, 1, 2, 1, 2 ,mic check, 1, 2, 1, 2 . . .


I'm like a "narcotics agent" on a "coke bust", I'm "seizing ya lines"/
In votes, I'm "controllin' ya numbers" like a "Speed Limit sign"//
I bring "pressure" like a "barometer", there's no way you're takin' it/
I'll have you waving "white flags" like a "KKK patriot"//
Even god likes my flow, givin' "round of applauses" of "thunder claps"/
I'll "cut you down" like "trees", your spit's worse then wack, you shit's "Lumber-JACKED"//
You might as well not reply, you can't change ya fate, you can't fight demise/
My "razor-sharp" bars will leave ya "face-scarred", like the "figure you idolize"//
. . . . . . . . . . ^^^(Scar-Face, scope his sig and his avatar)^^^
Me smashing you is a "comedy", and all the rest is just "drama"/
Ya have "one loss", I'll put "2" to your name, and make you "Flex 'to' Havana"//


. . . sizzle . . .


yo you up kid, GOOD LUCK . . .


. . . I love life . . .

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The Soul Purpose LP . . . Summer '04