Illmaculate

The rap giant.. I'll murder you cats, throw you in a furnace, with a thermos of gas and disturbingly laugh, when you burn in the blast, I burn to relax and hold back even in the most perfect verse...

I'm at the edge and I think if I jump I'll be free from these cuffs, it gives me an immediate rush There's only a few people I trust, and everybody else isn't worth being discussed Examine them...

Well Will you have to wait? Yes! But here's a rain check Just a little taste test for your tape decks You been mean muggin', lookin' like fiends buggin' Waiting ages for me to release something Here...