**...yo....yo....yo.....**

metaphysical u dont wanna get physical/hit ya wit da bible just
so that we can get biblical/i'm spiritual/but durin' battles
my demons get critical/representin wit Ill-Lethal-Lyricals/
performin many miracles/but spittin on herbs is becomin
routinely ritual

u born in the world in nineteen seventy eight/provin the reason
niggaz should get cased for date rape/reviewed ur tape/
immediately recognized u in 'Planet of the Apes'/i wont debate
that this nigga can bake/put his face in flour make some ugly
ass cake

u representin D.C. but its still illegal for cousins to marry
but i guess it doesn't matter when ur the son of Marion Barry
how the hell a fairy gonna be scary/when u milkin' ur rhymes
categorizin u as dairy

peeped ur past battles ur lyrics are seriously dirt/i'll hand u
my tongue just so that u can feel a merk/put ya to work/
turnin ya trick and i better see u twerk/anotha 'Boogie Night'
and u just been fucked like 'Dirk'

twenty four seven u be postin online/if i was a cop u be arrested
for attempted rhymes/third degree felony crime/if this was
unlimited lines/you'll be stayin smoked like hydroponic pine.....

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Blessed wit Skillz