WAKE UP!... this is open mic N’ im smoking right
Token spoken hype, batter catz wit a broken pipe
Light the skunk sip cider spit drunk shit off the box
Gansta ish 2 gunz-up screaming “FUCK THE COPS”
We survive scars N cuts, crash’ N dump cars N trucks
Plus, we got mad lusts for devilish sluts up on the nuts
I’m just marching majestically feeling about 8ft high
My chest & biceps flexed so hench I terrify passers-by
I the last Samurai assassinating 50% mc’s coz they ass is dry
Punishing pacified protesters, natural clowns, & court jesters
They sport Kevlar-vests as methods of staying alive
These idiots ain ole-skool they jus’ talkin’ that jive
I thrive in a war-zone stoned on hemp extending all weaponry
An exact abstract for “Alpha”… all rivalry fall secondary
The all-important-figure elevated more than u cud ever believe
The earth stopped spinning for 60-seconds when I was conceived
Words powerful in the scrimmage, pay homage to my rap-works
Reversing adverbs when I “punch” like Clay Cassius backwards
Bruce Lee Game of Death, acclaim The Big Boss of this shit
I burst into flames on the track like Guy Faulkes on the 5th
Star wars darker-force than “The Sith” shifting terrestrial-divisions
Competitions total pittance, I’m a Hawk amongst little-pigeons’
Word to my Ego
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http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/showthread.php?t=222404
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