Some people say that I'm quick witted, I just spit my rhymes authentic
Like Jerseys, hopin u get in it
Its not really what i say or do, I'm just tryin to confuse you, whether or not, you even got a clue...
To admit it, get it... these lyrics i ripped it
Like a bunch of takes at the mic, it only takes me minutes
To drop somethin hot, to where my mic explodes
Flows overload faster than a computer rebootin over blown
Got this whole rap game thrown, like 50 cent, where I'm speakin to much over my throne
To see if I even got what it takes, i take the same mistakes overbaked
With or without white out...like Im on a correction break
If i ever had beef, I'd cook it...Like all the other reservational emcees I eat..I book it
I make the mic shook before i even spit, cuz it knows before i release the blows and rip, and lash out at it
To traumatize the waves, before i back out on it
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Thinkin of another verse before i dispurse words outta my mouth on the first verbs i perfer
And its only 1 per word, that i word a verse before i murda da ink even after i rehearse
Its common sense, to rap common on da tracks bombin
Like spiritual believers, Its only a Omen