It''s the vocab that makes em crazy - Third Eye Optics all hazy even i amaze me when I-I Spittt for weeks - mc -wit a massive
reach - aim wit a Green Scope(mouthwash) to blow the enamel off of ya teeth -I''d Ducktape Black Rob so tight Puffy be like "Whoa"-Fuck little Kim in the ass - and at the end.. I BE like "Hoe"- I trample mc''s - With ease
-My Flows always shine like the motors - inside of Grimreefers- Explosive mind - as a matter of fact - I can hear my brain tickin - Confusin niggas wit Lines-
like how I can tame chickens -...........................
ya''ll niggaz just kittens-while I stick my head inside of Lions - mouth compatable to my hand - So I spitt and throw heat like Nolan Ryan - U Wanna get wet - Cause I know Thuggs wit Tecs - who if they dont like ya rapp -
They want kill u they just shoot threw ya neck..........

One More Befo I jeT
Sorry about the CAPS

AYO YO YO WHEN I SPIT,.. MANY COME/
WHEN I DRAW MY GUNZ ...MANY RUN/
I BATTLE ANYONE I BURY ANYONE.....
....IM THE NASTIEST THUG TO GO
AGAINST THE ROUGHEST OF THE TOUGHEST/
I RISE ABOVE THIS/ IM THE WORST IT GETS/
FUCK THIS/
IM LYRICALLY INCLINED TO COLLAPSE YOUR SPINE
NOT WIT''A TEC 9 BUT WIT'' A RAP OF MINE..IF U
AFTA'' MINE/
I GRAB MY GUNZ AND START CLAPPIN/ATTACKIN/
YOU AINT RAPPIN'' U YAPPIN''
WHATCHU LACKIN''IM COUNTER-ACTIN''
U WONT KNOW WHAT HAPPEN
WHEN I START SLAPPIN''BECAUSE WHAT IM PACKIN U
AINT''RACKIN''BUT JUST TRACKIN''.....
DRUG MONEY PAYS/I''LL RE-ARRANGE YOUR FACE
IM THUGGED OUT AND HELL RAISED STRAIGHT OUTTA
MY GRAVE U WONT BE SAVED BUT BLAZED
I JUST CLOSED YOUR CASE......

Fuck it so much shit on my mind
One More Lyrikal Shanking


I''''ll splatter the back of your brain, so nobody minded//
I hid ill metaphors in that line, now try to find it//
You want to Ketch-up, leave you red(read) and 57 lines behind it//
Why 57?, check your bottle of Heinz kid//
Unwinded, spools of twine, to hang from a high twig//
But it snapped, and I only shattered my spine, Big//
Tops and circuses, asked for my services//
So i serviced this one fat bitch with a refurbish kit//
Referbush kit??, her cunt needed renovation//
It was nice of me to help, cuz I rented, wasn''''t stayin//
I aint have no reservation///
However I stay slayin'''' MC''''s like dragons//
Or faggots, both of them flame, neither one matters//
But my gray matters advanced, to the point of acrobatics//
Flippin'''' so many styles, my mind is doin'''' backflips//
The fact is, my telepathic actions//
Have me defeatin'''' in advance your wack bids//
to take away my status//
Not worried about status, cause my levels located in the
Stratus-Fear me now like my names'''' Maximus//
Like Gladiator maximums'''' defeatin'''' you in calculus//
If I was a calculator and you were an Abbacus//
Made at Us, I or Me, not even certain//
Defeated verses, without even cursin''''//
Will Smith would be proud, until I started reversin''''//
The back of his wife in positions of perversion//
And started screamin "FUCK YEAH, THIS IS HOW YOU WORK IT"

Fucking Bitches

Shit cant drop more than one thread then i'll rip up a nasty thread
Gettin Sick With The mic


YO YO ONCE I GRAB THE MIC AND PALM THAT/
IM DEFINATELY READY FOR SOME COMBAT/
HYDRO AND ANS SOME ACID YOU KNOW IM ALWAYS ON THAT/
I RUN WIT'' A SHORT FUSE AND I REFUSE TO LOOSE
CUZ I''VE PAID MY DUES AND AS FAR I AS I GO, I MAKE
MY OWN RULES/
IM A TERRORIST ON A QUEST/ TAPING PIPE BOMBS ON
HEADS / M-80''S ON CHESTS AND DYNAMITES UNDERBEDS/
AINT NO ONE GIVE A FUCK ABOUT ME/
BUT ME, MYSELF, AND I,/ THATS WHY / I GOT NO
CHOICE BUT TO FLAME U WIT'' CYANIDE ....
IM SICK OF IT/ MOTHAFUCKAZ PUSH ME TO THE LIMIT/
BUT WHEN I LET THE DEVIL OUT, IN A MINUTE
ALL OF U ARE FUCKIN FINISHED......

Whack...elevate dummy

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Ok Nas

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