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I stand alone cuz no one ever really kicked it with me..
Dreamin' of fame, I will remain a sick and wicked, twisted MC..
Battle me you better become correct cuz you dyslexic, i'm better and even clever, i shread ya, you finna let up..
I'm fed up, of people mistaking me for a wack rapper, See me commin' crushin' and bustin, the fact of the matter is..
I'm invisible, nobody ever see me flow, i got the glow but eveybody grinnin' like its comicle..
Stepping up on the mic, I destroy, I start a fire that goes higher, the high and mighty ghost of Michel Myers..
Thoughts inside my mind, that be telling me close the blinds cuz i'm paranoid, I can't avoid it, now is the perfect timing ..
To bomb it, my flows be so focused i'm like a comet, a rockin' kamikaze soldier holdin' a bottle rocket, can't stop it..
I'm gettin' riches, and flippin' vivid scripts to dismiss the chicken sick-e-ness, cuz they scared that i'm rippin ***..
Yeah, cuz you don't wanna *** with T-low, I crush ya flow and let you know you nothin' but a slow joe..
Thinking ya better go, cuz i'm hot and ready fa sho, I explode on the microphone, see i'm far from a ***' joke , Muthafucka..
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