What i show you here is for real,
It's acidic that'll never be distilled/
I don't 'project' no IMAGE, serve my 'intellect' and let you make yo IMAGE, For all you could know i could have CLEVAGE and live in the country in a COTTAGE/
You don't no what is real, I'm the boogie monster that scares and kills...believing that is whack...i'm serving thoughtful raps/
So atleast take a hold of your hat...either take it off or make me eat it,
After i rapped the results is paralysis and you remain seat-ed,
Either tell me i have faults or say my brains heat-ed/
I keep truthful to my name so it can't be proclaimed by someone else,
Hit up punches under your jaw fresh out of mine raw and your welt/
Surrealism could come when having a vision of what others like,
Potent isn’t what you’ll remember me as, cuz I’m here on open mic/
I am ‘potent’ and battling me will lead in ‘repent’ and there’s nothing to ‘prevent’ me from spitting my thoughts,
‘Aim’ is the key, and I key up the ‘game’ so fuck wit my ‘name’ and I’ll react the ‘same’ and your life will end short/
I’m like a weed jus hated, but in the right group I’m rated/
I react wit vicious retort, I react potently and distort, my PH number is naughtBLAH/
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