we're blessed with the menacing tongue that im told has a rhythm that can give any pessimist false hope...spoken by the malice that is shattered to whack and a flow that’s breath takin like an asthma attack. had to come back the baddest of raps is still thrived which proves that the whackest of cats have nine lives...And we try to slam with the weapons were givin diggin to burry the hatchet since the edge of its risen, severed and splintered, victim of a terrified grave..blade exposed froze in its petrified state. rectify taking this corpse and swing readily steadily choppin the necks of those who better be, peddling flows and mumbling fearful on the last straw like a crumbling scare crow, air go it seems that the most of them lack it while we serve heads on platters just like john the baptist......
were cursed with the knowledge of pain thats cracked stomachs, stomach it hurt hemophiliac got scabs from it...we grabbed summits and beat the top cats, restoring the order of nouns and verbs like syntax, And we rip tracks with a venomous urge tending to burn flaming rappers who have never been served, as many have heard were nasty when we clutch mics, revolt like lightening bolts and struck twice,we crush iced out cats like fred durst, strippen your birth wright so theres nothing to live for. grippin your nightmares till your living the dream, wishin we was unheard like a whisper and scream but we blister atleast your ears without trying and crush those who's wanting to keep our sound silenced
we burn cats with a renegade sound that you all mimic runnin off at the mouth dont fall when your all sprintin, to make tracks these fake raps yah spit, i rack your who style like and advocate, we got 70's funk to bless heads and more than James brown lying on his death bed were restless and on our last nerve, so those we dont feel get clubbed way past words. With the morose code corroding the flows bustin by clowns whose sounds watered down its so rusted..Mics we clutch em and thrust'em up at our enemies to make sure they keep us in mind like a memory, on the tip of their tongue like taste buds mascaras and DNA strands to fuck genetic makeup’s, whack you all take up space and rap soft and claim you got more star power than hell bought but you trial off like commits with worse dirt and try to see our style like perverts up a girls skirt. ya'll herbs work in mysterious ways cats the think their nice are delirious strays and im furious why because these cats are dalirious guys and were serious were about to slap these bitches till there teeth fall.....Our name is A.I till we die that’s what we scream and shout......

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