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Hey Ben man I think I might need a...a hi hat or somethin
To keep me on since we
since Im providin a beat for the a cappella you know what I'm sizzlin
alright
yeah like that
what Im bout to do Im bout to give you the verse I did with Bone
Im supposed to do with Bone Called Speed of Sound
they never put it out so Im bout to give it to you right now
Check it out
I be comin like a auto but I'm murderin everything I'm a killa wit the mission to flip it
I'm sick wit the givin, the lip I be itchin to give it
A wif of the wicked, I stick it wit the quick and they diggin it!
***! Like I said it befo' I'm a get up and go
And get it, because I'm Mr. Malignant, keepin' you riveted
Livin' it, paligiment, sin a bit And a chick in a minute, Tecca Nina be kickin'
it I flow for the middle west, go for your little
neck Don't let me get it, but your hoe, I'm a get
it wet Stop and drop, on top of ***, in your kitchen
Not the guap, I pop without an admission Hailin' from Mizzery
You can smell out the hell in the thizzery, just remember me
Bustin' deliveries and I'm makin' them shivvery I'm takin' my little city to lyrical liberty
I go for the gusto and lead the ground No bush to beat around
All the midwest choppers on this track and yes, oh, we are down
Tecca Nina wit Bone, everybody gets on, all the MCs we a clown
And we do it like a bullet, from a gun, or better yet, the speed of sound!