One more fuckin' time-I-come-to rhyme-the-one-two//
You dimes is like the kind I run through, polite-and-subtle//
Fuck the short line ya spit//
And just like ya lips, I'm just too fuckin' big to try to fight wit clips//
...You better drop a Nato on me//
Lyrically, I see you more then if potatos could see//
Ya mos def is fuckin' with the flamo of beats//
They'll make ya drop...send you where you'll wear a halo in peace//
Easy rhymin the next, expectin' "facin' defeat"//
No "dog", I'm like "I got "bitches", you datin' a "beast"//
I'm constantly wastin' this heat that has'em pacin' the street//
Mad flows..."I fed "hip" of hop "pie", and caught it rapin' a tree"//
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Ehemmm...
YO YO YO
Check it, I'm makin' you bleed with blades and a sheath//
This razor got teeth, place it beneath you face and your cheek//
Blazin' a geek, makin fakest cats shaken when seen//
I'm takin some patience when rapin you plageristic teens//
Ain't no way you can beat Cypha in a page of "Blazin' Mc's"//
Big cock cause I' constantly raisin' esteem//
Spacin' ya splines, leave open and call'em "vacant mc's"//
Placin' ya braid space in the place I'm misplacin' ya dream//
Get it? No, I'm takin' this thing to amazin' degrees//
Leavin'em gazin' like seein' puss...in other words, placin' I've seen//
I'm out...yo yo...