I bring these new bars, im the ghost writer so i brew stars
im black and i got you going wow like i used rob
come on the board and everything is likely
i pop-eyes cause when i spit in this game its hot and spicy
too explizit in the brain to calm my temper knife me
its like i play golf cause under my rocawear stays white t's
now everybody talking bout life b
but i'm here spitting out dirt blinding your eyes like light beams
and im 8 long, hard and brain getting like night dreams
and punches are useless against me like ya fight steam
might scream, when i come at ya like the enemies sighted
but its gonna take ten-ne-ssee(ten ta see) me like you challegened the titans
you'll think its dead(out) wrong the way i damage your write(ins)
but you like a dirty ass, your only future is getting wipeings
who you bitting, bitch i told ya im hard like steel
come at me but i only run with crews the size of wheels

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BEATING THE SHIT OUT OF MOTHER-FUCKERS