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T_pound Feat WORD~PERFECT
IP:
T and Word, on a suicidal mission,
We join together, packing heat, like nuclear fission,
in an urban jungle, we aim the laser beam,
take down your whole team, look in the gutter,
a fuckin blood stream,
I don't feel guilt when I strike down competitors,
without any remorse, the perfect lyrical predator,
Genetically modified, I feel no shame,
After your weak attack, I'll baptise you in flames,
I'm on this rap, I've got ya learnin,
Straight gold shit, is what i'm servin,
so when i'm pimpin and pervin,
swerving in my chevvy suburban,
Think, it's your crib that's next in line for a burnin,
i'll throw your rhymes out at angles like rainbows to prizms,
draw strength from eternal skills and infinite wisdom,
I got the knowledge to beat you down in the dirt,
prep your makeup, hand bag and your skirt,
cos when i'm done with you, you'll need a new job,
You won't MC, you'll become a woman, to feed you must rob,
or sell your shitty ass on the street,
you stare into my eyes and lose years of sleep,
a cold-blooded killa that you wish you didn't meet,
now tell your homies to back the fuck off,
before they get smacked the fuck down, and shut the fuck up,
They roll up on me in a transit van,
Back the fuck up, Or become a victim of a dead man
A genetically modified killa,
You won't find another MC that is iller,
like a catapillar, turning into a butterfly,
but a reverse curse, a soldja ready to die,
They switched my DNA,
Like LL Cool J,
I can smell out ya shit rhymes, one mile away,
Wack MCs be my Prey,
Pray muthafucka,
Our father who art in heaven,
That aint gonna take the sting out of the beatin that ya gettin,
Hallowed be thy name,
A bath by flame, all blood tastes the same,
Listen up!
blue high octane fuel pumps through my veins,
Warmin'up my engine when you speak my name in vain,
I explode on your brain like cocaine laced with propane,
You think you rock the mic, bitch you are tame,
only looking for fame and some one to blame,
when T is knocking at yo' do',
Aint the po' po' but I'm strapped wit a Fo' Fo',
You better duck before cock squeeze then blow holes in yo' torso
WORD
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