my minds eye sees your pain, at heart i know im the one to blame/ bringing tight spit that you cant contain/ im just that kind of type of guy/ i knew it was to get this kinda hype you try/ i leave playa with a game that severed/ couldnt be levitated if he had the lever/ i dont bludgeon rappers with iron boards, i burn with irons/ and drop 'bombs' that set off city 'sirens'/ so quit trying, to beat me with strange spits/ i just leave you speaking in deranged fits/ u had my style contained and locked in a safe but i broke the combination/ came back with tight spits that explained your fascination/ i come at ya with insane antics that amaze rap fanatics/ you wouldn't win if you used a system of phased mathematics/ my brain's rap tactics, leave ur game with lagging status/ that make ur language look like an unexplained disgrace/ while i come back like a whip, leaving you with a maimed face/ right now im cuttin slack but after ill sit and wait/ for a terrible comeback, cuz when i spit, i make it ur fate/ you write in advance/ so im spitting to kill you AND ur fans/ to make you despise this rap psychotic/ that brings surprise in form of rap exotics/ i make the scene chaotic, when i kill off ur illness with antibiotics/ and i stop you from committing killing/ with a countercurse, my rap stops illness like penicillen/


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