Vendetta be the masters of circuference
my thought cant behold body, mind control substance...

for the key to this shit, 512
Examin the imposter, group of A uh-life's...

my team be deep like a roster, you lobster
you break the edges of all the ?...

cut the tongues off all the snakes
just one hiss may cost ya, the price of ya life...

512 should always think twice, remember always think twice
because mistake may be comin away kid...

512, dont even bring that wack type of shit around me
you live get ya whole neck slapped off ya shoulders...

Quick fast, faster than the eye blink, so why think
you could live amongst the, livest mc's...

and Crew that I run with,
and collaborate my thoughts with...

to elevate to higher standard as I landed,
but never stranded as the Terrorist apprehended...

analog suspects on the set

Switch uP...

Yo I'm pullin wrestiln moves
my competition headlocked into submission...

while shots are lickin
pickin through crops of intuition...

yo my brain starts to change shorts are strange
names brought in vain, court physical force of unexplained...

For the battle of my life in the night light
this nigga grab a mic tight...
strike with a flash of dynamite, right...

So figure this, Vendetta get vigorous
a lyricist supremicist attackin the track like ? of villages...

Switch uP...
~Fatality...~

This is war on 512, a duel to the death...
You better make sure your swords sharp...
And you got a lyin' heart...
Cause, I strike for the throat...
And stab them with a deadly note...
That pierces the eardrums...
Those are the equally grym...
Now you're stunned...
Another victim of the Shogun...
A spinal chop to the cerebellum...
So, go ahead, try to run in advance...
Cause I stand firm on my warrior stance...
Ready to be-head you, dead you...
Rid your body of a soul, make it an empty vessel...
Because, your rhymes aint punctual...
My actual or factual, that's why I verbally attack you...

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