Aight Look

Mic Check 1,2,3

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You rap-the-basic.. and undergo cranium decapitation..//
smack-ya-face-then destroy ya optic with laser lace"ray"tions..(Lacerations)//
Stab you wit thumb-tacks cuz I don't "feel" ya style or ya "numb"-raps..//
Slayin dumb-cats you couldn't "beat me" if I was your private "punch-bag"..//
My rhymes dispence ya defense as these lyrical blows condense..//
Q-U-I-K (Quik) presents intense common sense meant to make damage immense //
Ya lyrics ain't worth a dime.. like bums spittin "free"-styles.//.
Ya rhymes is long and wack just like that movie The Green-Mile..//
My Fists Of Fury Bruise (Bruce) your spits with Masterly(Master Lee) Punches while u still tryin 2 enter tha dragon's faith-of-keys//
Backdraft tha Race-of-speeds make ya Spine Chase-ya-knees while u tryin too create Placebo pills just too Make-Believe u cud Take-tha-cheif//