iight i'm gonna drop my spit remember no feeding

I’m slicin X-ecution up leavin em chronically bleedin, leavin a lethal incision/
I’m like Clark Kent, got heated eyes, burnin dis fag wit my fatal vision//
Switchblades, dividin ya frame in three different divisions/
My punch lines will hit chu hard leavin u facin da opposite direction//
My verse will leave dis nigga senseless in a whole nother dimension/
Im da lyrical gad placed on earth to kill fake mc’s is my mission//
Im a rap king a freestylin nigga known to be a lyrical creation/
I’ll leave X-ecution dead when I felt da negative tension//
Get dis nigga kicked out da rap game like a lyrical eviction/
U talking shit to me will be me givin u a life or death decision//
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Im unknown can’t be seen I’m invisibly unidentified/
Im now in da rap game an already train soldier now certified//
Killin X-Ecution when my bullets and his heart collide/
When asked about bullshit niggaz questions get denied//