My thoughts measure like polygraphs to liars/
I write the gosphel, while you preach to the quiar/
A different level/made in gods image /
But when I battle or scrimmage/the tremble/
speaks in flames like I was jesus in the desert with the devil.
and fuck being committed/ to being ill I wont settle/
till my spits not just sick but acidic.
Colossal vocab my spits battle hydrens/
Violins/ remix my song with violence/ and sirens.
Im like stop signs…made for the street/
put my heart into this rap shit and forever stay on beat.
I regurgitate/ on cd and piss on tapes/
Defocate/ on vynils like I had an mp3 for a prostate.
My quotes spokes/choke throats/
A contradiction like homeless gamblers going for broke.
Make your bitch wet turn her panties into a moat/
to the point when u eat her out you end up soaked.
Im besten/ injestin/ emcees then digestin/fuck with me?
I’ll Leave you ass out like you crossed your large and small intestin.
And im only adressen/ those who’s cd’s is best herd eject~in.
Nigguz that couldn’t come hard with an elephants erection.
My intensions- are loco-and reflect in my writs/my scripts/
Stay Molestin- your vocals- like I forced you to swallow dick.
Hollow tip/echoes the illest rhymes busted when the dick head spits.
No wonder I rhyme cocky/punch lines like rocky/
Make your career end BRIEF like I was promoted by JOCKEYS.
And I wish my life wasn’t a simile for survival/
But lifes a bitch and destineys a metaphor like the bible.
If you take that literally then take me literal/
And if im critically acclaimed then that means I can leave you in ctitical.
All I need is 10 mins with PBK and SEMINOLE if I want to rip a holes.
20 with DJB and PSYKOSIS to leave you with mutiple scoliosos.
And 6 FEET to find a place to burry you after I put you to sleep.
So why remain discreat? The world already knows what to expect from me/
But what they didn’t expect is HIT N RUN to be an infantry…
With lyrical depth and flow density/ in every bar/
So basically this one crew could drop an album and irrigate mars.
And I can tell you to eat a dick/but don’t mistake that for fag shit/don’t push me….
I been through your whole click/ heterosexually I’m not afraid to eat pussy/
Been fucked you to many times so when I say your tight I use the term loosely.
A lot of you asking will I ti pass the test of time/
Lets see 3 yrs 3 000 songs and I just maxed and 20 minute rhyme.
And still battle thermometers/ whil you couldn’t spit a straight line
If you turned off a heart monitor..
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