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Mana man dem bored, so mana man dem draw dem keystyle
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Eyo
I choke shadows, and scoop out there bone marrow Jano, the lone maddo - shooting bow's with my arrows At the face of rambo, I decapicate mc's blindfolded With my rhyme's scolding the skin on the mic im holding Ayura Prepare for the slaughter, prepare for the storm of the water The reborn lord of torture Torn from evil deprived from the mic sorcerers Scraping your home terrain from this lone hurricane Lone wolf, chewing on the bones of your rib cage Rip raid engulfs with my wizadary wickadary spells Theres a mystery that I come from hell Hell-bent on rappers that lack the skill I possess I compose smoke with fresh cess from the skin pores in my chest Composing the motion of the aqua colours And form a ocean, an emblem token known to start mc's choking On there words, I diverse and manipulate there verse You get chased and merked from the ghost I set raid to curse Haunting, Im the phantom you see in the morning The sound you hear from dusk to the sun's falling Make you blunts jawless, I clash horns with taurus Till his blood bubble's like porn star's in saunas Phuk it, I might as well battle against the zodiac himself In a home of wealth, both armed with a mic and a belt Buckle up, you get roughed up, mucked up, Phuked up You need 'nuff luck to battle against this leprechaun's gruff |
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