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whats a part of me/ this hip hop philosophy so pardon me
if i sound so rude/ to misuse or break any of these rules foully
cause i spit shit/ that it stinks too much to omit
and you gotta fix any organs/ that i just ripped

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yo, this is Psyc aka Doc.t
i aint got nothin to say my sig.
just battle and lets go!

Picture a fellon with a appite to catch a bite
with teath shapened and its like sharks grin-an
she's a picture of evil wearing army fatiques
with shades on eyes to the boots on her feet.
Hair white as a stuckle ceiling. a fit of rage she start the killing
If you sittin still you get stuck with her six inch heel.
razor blade stabs peiceing your flab, pain like hell from scizzor nails
She cant wait ready to scrape wont hesitate
to have face draped on a plate. Then crack your knee cap and decapitate.
when ever she fights your head can be on a pike if you like.
Bet you cant spit with your lips twisted and head dented.
Her enemies heads dangle poles loosely.
spot her and it will be the last thing that you see.

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huh

itz sumthin bout rap dat gotz a nigga stucc to it
dreamin of da fame and people burnin my music
anywayz let me cut 2 da chase
im focused if u haven't noticed just look at my face
and i still keep da flowz written
still keep da 4 spittin
at enemyz as if i have no feelin
u can like me or not
bringin in mad hatas cuz i stay icey alot

u cats just dont learn/ actin like i wont leave u burned/ glock nine rearangin ya spine/ and only charge u had was when the cops gave u a fine/ dont care wey u stay at/ ill come wey u lay at and leave shells in the place wey u and wifey play at/

ayo ima "infect" n "infest" in ya head harder then a "slugfest" and leave ya dead//
"Tread" over ya "dead" "body" and leave the rest for jeff dalmer to stick in his "loby"//

"Everyday" im "reading" to extend my vocab so i can leave bitches "bleeding" //
im always posting on other sites "feeding" of words so my lyrics go behond obserd//

Im as straight as a ruler ya never "bend" round me you "malicous" fucked up haters//
trying to learn to rap was so "subleminal" got told the wrong thing got my style terrible//

ayo aint nothin more real than me and mah lines,
stay packed wit more heat than dude from True Crime,
bout time nuccaz started spittin comin up to par,
i couldnt practice like Bank$ now im hittin em hard,
deese nuccaz is soft know dey never clappin da heat,
maybe clappin dey hands chillin in da movie seats,
im dead nice when i speak so remember da name,
wont shoot u, i'll punch off a piece of your brain.

Holla Back

whats with your sarcasim do I look dumb//
dont look at that silver thing on my waist cause you know its a gun//
I dont really like violence I just do what I gotta do//
these niggaz chasin me down the block like I just shot a dued//
But I got a crisp shirt on and a hat and sneeks//
and some food in my stomach so its really all peice//

in my lifetime i dun met plenty of dymes/ and while yall marry all i do is feed em my mind/ and dont think i wont let da pump go/ its me u talkin about ill leave u puntured wit holes/ and i aint gotta spit for u lamecats put sumthin hot wey ya brains at/ now tell me wey ya brains at/ i dun been there and back/ hustled some green and even interacted wit crack/ i got my hoodie fuck rockin a hat/and its serious when i load and then start cockin da mack/ um tryin to find wey da dopes at/ caught ya mans writin rhymes so i left his thoughts in his notepad/its caution u betta lookout and my grill stay filled wit smoke like um havin a cookout/ uma bad boy but i aint gunnin wit diddy/ but we sumwhat a like cuz i stay runnin da city/ i might be yung and only 15/ but i still can have u gogglin blood like its listerine/ its nuthin

when you looking down the barrel of a four five//
that feeling of death come over you that pour vibe//
i'm teeching these cats about being stuck in gambino's inferno//
short attention spands so they dont really learn though//
I burn souls but not with torches and flames//
but with words cause thats gambino's game//

itz da wordz i spit that makez niggaz stop breathin
take ya breath away im cold in da hot seasonz
im over da top leanin to see niggas as i hover the blocc
plant my feet and cover my spot
keepin whatz mine if ya love it or not
my flowz hauntz and coverz ya blocc
unclaug shit dat da plumberz could not

so elated i made it/
they celebrated my arrival/
gift of fire... i'm passin out/
dudes muggin... lashin out/
cuz they cant... put it out/
some tried...2 stomp it out/
neva-the-less i keep growin/
neva-da-less i keep goin/
no - contest free flowin..............

yo its my turn get u fagets burned/ um da teacha now its bout time u cats learned/ dont give a fuck how much money u earned/ i still steal that pop u ya wifey and ya churn/ um gangsta/ ill run up and shank ya put ya life in danga/ cuz its 15 in da clip and one in da chamba/ yeah i hope u hear me i know u fear/ plus aint nuthin to have u floatin in the air b/ i hate niggas who be hatin/cuz of all of this money um makin so wut um cakin/ yall be on da block hustilin and shakin/ that mean yall be fakin um just waitin/ for a nigga to runup so i can put da barrel in his mouf and leave em tasteless/ u fagets

What'z Up Wit Dissin Eminem/what'z Wronge Wit Your Head/would You Rather Be Dead/i Put U In The The Bottom Of The Lake Bed/i'll Brew Up A Stew/put You In It And There You Flew/you Came Straight From The Zoo/stop Sniffen Glue/it'z Really Bad For You

itz tha boy soldier and im doin it daddy/
leave ya black tee red like cincinatti/
and if yous a grown man stop playin in forts/
you can hoped on like slamball courts/
send shots at you so fast you wont know what happened/
leave a red sea on your chest like a blackhawks captain/
and my man young b. stay holdin tha glocks/
ima give you more hooks then a tackle box/
and if niggas want to front then itz on 4real/
gunz make u lose weight like a formans grill/

sea=C is a captain in hockey.