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When I spit the room temperature change
I am what many consider to spit of a flame
When I spit the room temperature change
What *** done did to the game, the *** is a shame
[Verse 1]
On your mark, get set, go, the rest flow was just SOSO
So when I'm the best? I guess so
I rhyme like my ribs and my stomach touching
I gang pound on these clowns like a hundred something
But hold the prophecy, but peak, the mold of my philosophy, D
Contemplate crime playing for keep
Elevating, reconstruct, got rhymes that erupt
From my brain, and then they drain right into a cup
From which I drink, then I think deeper, in them sink
From the dark hall of my skull, and then at your ink
That's a old school metaphorical phrase
I should shower and shave, but it's time to get paid
Get out of the way, I'm like a bat out of hell
How I'm wetting the hoes
You would swear a *** just got out of jail
I'm a MC, slash stick up kid
Ask Pusha of all the *** I did
I ain't playing with them
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[Verse 2]
We can discuss, discuss, plus lush, and what it does to us
I don't bust because I must, I bust because I love the rush
Plus checks, that I collect, bust TECs at suspects
Marks men and linen, we don't come off as rough necks
Sixty six and six, six, six, ***
The flow is fluently flowing like liquid
Even Jamaicans be saying my *** wicked
Y'all should believe me, I shouldn't have to kick ***
But look, you still lying in your raps
Always act like you're dying for some action
But we really know you not though, you not no
Vato, loco, you a *** bro, for sure
I'ma get rich or die trying like 50
Even if I got to do something that's quite risky
Pass me the Hen' ***, I don't like whiskey
My guns snap, crackle, and pop, like Rice Krispies
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[Verse 3]
I flex for your entire set
Rhyming in different dialects, fire TECs
Aim where your knee and your thigh connects
I, contracting like isometric hexicides, let's collide
Last *** to try melecularide
Beside, I can see in your eyes you petrified
I'ma let you slide, without a lyrical hex apply
Next to Sai, *** for sure, like a midget on a ball court
Come with that wack rap the store bought
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