telechenesis, get into your mind and take your rhyme before you release it.//
claim it's my thesis, raid your brain dry-of-ideas.//
you can try-n-defeat us, La Familia, but we ain't leavin' like herpes or ghonoreha...//
at best we just subside where we reside for a while.//
come back a-month later at the worst possible time, leave you cursed off-a our rhymes.//
got everyone on this site droppin' like dimes, on tha street..//
people be droppin' dimes, informin' cops of our crimes.//
what'd I ever do wrong to deserve all of this.?//
got drunk put on a girls thong and slit both-a my wrists.//
ran down tha block with a mac 10 out drainin' tha clip!//
caught cold.. it was rainin' a bit.. went to your home and had your girl drainin' my dick.//
nah-- I'm just playin'.. you still a bitch.//
my skill'll switch quick like B.R.E.'s love on RB.//
sent tha whole clique packin' like my rap's an RV.//
not scared of shit, as if I had an ar-my, partly..//
the other part or piece of the puzzle's --->
the fact that I'm skitzofranic an' with a matic I'm part of the trouble.//
call me "flintstone" the way I turn your "bar-knee" to "ruble".//
I cut your track short like a one bladed rasor leaves stubble.//
go to "kelsey's" and "phrase-yer" lines properly like my last name was "grammar".// (kelsey Grammar = Fraiser)
"hammer" down on this "board" like my "bar" was a "nail"--
impale every user down the thread starter line and seal open mic up tighter than my fuckin' bail.//
the only time someone other than me ignites heat is with a lighter, just industry arsonists,
pathalogical liars, in dire need of a thousand monkeys on type-writers to come up with descent bars an' shit.//
I'm right here next to skill--> competition still far from it.//
my point is, raps better left for your enjoyment, y'aint stars in it.//

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