I undastand it's getting serious
I can't help my sickness leaves witnesses delirious
Quick to inflict pain on kats that play it curious
From back in tha day hood games wit Tre and Furious
To modern transmissions, I flip thru mad telepathy
Ev-er-y track heavy wit fact lackin' discrepancy
Credits get stacked, flipped invested in the best mc
Switchin' outlooks like Cop & Crook when they step to me
Kill `em an' book! Flip the safety at they funeral
Saints'll be shook, ya aces paint you on a new mural-
I pave ways, slay and keep days like Roman numerals
Blaze haze an' dance like a pagan; phukk a Crucible!
I'm flippin' in chains; tha dungeon mage strapped to tha rack
Scarrin' my wrists, aged, my gruff's no longer black-
Gettin' bludgeoned wit no slack, I felt my spine collapse
A curmudgeon, back from tha grave wit mind attacks-
Maintainin' as an ancient wit spells ta cause a somersault
Kamikaze assault wit Kawasaki catapults
Flip tha trigger for detonation *bang!* cash tha vault!
Cap tha Capo, react strange like a deranged cult
Shells flip as twin chambers shift & spit tha brass out
Sulfuric smells; they cry ya name as crime paramounts
Die or dive tha swell of lead flies compelled by gravity
Ya can't spot tha lyrical flips like gym, it's sad to see
You can't accurately match skill or graph my degree
Bipolar Schizophrenic flips personality
Lost grip on my sanity, for you, it's over god
Spill flammable lyrics an' spark tha molotov
Prior ta turnin' flames off, I char your cause in this
an' melt celcius & flip tempers like artic arsonists
Icelandic schytt! Viking-type brand of sponsorship
Brutal ta take straight-flipped it's like a walkin' trick
Bound ta infest ya crevices wit unwanted drips
Passin' gauntlet, I give infinity ta launch ya script…

…I'm flippin' tha mission.

This was Dope Glok
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1One

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