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Escaped Cannabalism Emcee
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IP:
So what can I say? I'm back in this bitch...
The master of this, disaster coming after ya shit...
Ya jewels, your watches, n ya chain get snatched from ya neck.
Shit be like a beach party how rappers get wet.
I'm a vet... like the net, so I have to connect...
After ya death, I scribe n epitaph... in ya chest.
No "Mark of Zorro"... shit. just you lying there, breathless.
My iron here? reckless like a lion near breakfast.
So try n steer'... next this, body count will be high as hell.
N I 'excel' like Microsoft in this bitch with the rhyming shell...
So why exhale? why you insist on living ya life...
The minute I write I kill a motherfucker who ain't dealing it right...
I ain't feeling ya hype... niggas are a lost cause with it.
I'm flossing, big Boss Rick Ross with it..
Blah... bored as hell.
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.. Trust me, the rumors were true....you dont got a fucking chance. ..
Honors
..Jan 2007 Superior Cypher ..
..May 2007 Superior Cypher ..
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