Im catchin foul energy wit wild tendencies// ice grill style, never smile, and smash enemies// Im a SOULdier dressed in fatigue, reppin a commissioned league, but not in tha sand wit thugz// Im on concrete pavement where they wave shit, and keep hands on a snub// Go head kill tha noize before I have to spill ya boi// true, no my chips aint blue// Im profound, a vet pitchin heat like tha Mets, after tha crown// feel me, on tha real B, I got tha skillz see// Word up, get served up// Im raw, a rebel wit a cause, now pause....// Im spittin tha undaground sound, profound, I leave mics shut down// and make tha speakers short circuit, Im gon speak it and work it// If I can reach it Im gon jerk it// beat ya til ya purple, around ya head, birds be doin circles// you knocked tha fuck out, took for ransom wit a sock in ya mouth// fuck opposition, listen, its time to end it// cause whatever u got Im bound to win it// if u got beef put it in tha street, and send it// Im gon beat ya ass and leave you smashed, flinchin'// you got milimeter heaters, testin a Smith N Wesson, big inchin'// Hail to tha glorious lyrical wizard... spittin wisdom to twist em til they wither//

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