This shit is critikal, my state of mind is divine/ Typical flow through your skull that'll shine/ and I ask for the lord to forgive me for my future sins/ but it arrived let the massacre begin, uh/ my rugged rhythm rockin' foes, hoes flockin' cause a nigga chose to leave the rubber in his pocket uh/ Globe trottin' my mind plottin' to stop domination from opponents who dare to try and take from us/ A young nigga emigrated from the youth thinkers/ My spit trinkles, every droplet is a hit single/ Lyrical content is flawless, but my punchlines hittin' so hard it'll leave you jawless, now pause this/ expect to proceed with caution, the nausea/ No cause for alarm, it's harmless i'm on this/ A mission to enslave your mind to plot thoughts, open up and connect the dots you thought wrong/ A product from an era far gone been replaced by the digital sounds of tech-tron uh/ Kill all that wack shit, and cap tips to blast it at all of those supportin' all this new school rap shit/ To many niggas on the streets and they cap peelin'/ Chillin with villians who killin' for real these niggas trippin'/ Critical scriptures, that form a picture/ Linguistics skip us, like hiccups, and pick up a new position/ Kicks and snares blarin', bass tearin' the seat with mean beats cruisin' streets in my new McLaren/ Insanity follows the hollow minded, I speak hot heat discrete words in my verse, can you find it?/ I'm killin' shit with a tone nobody's messin' with, I speak with heavy resonance I'm nasty and it's evident. Deep intelligence, dimensional developments they're misguiding the innocent, sort of like our president/ Soon enough you'll be hearin' them confessin' it and when the next depression hits i'm hard like an erection is/ I hope we change like Obama said/ But the PRESSURES OF THE GLOBE got me pressin' for redemption kid/ Sonic waves ripple through the temple, chronic rays roarin caves hit your face like it's something simple/ The clip is loaded I could pop you like a pimple/ Intimidate the haters then i'll drive away like Vin do/ Reducing down the speed and i'm rollin down the window/ Pocket knife concealed and i'll slice you up like kimbo/ Back at it cause my words are diverse like abstraction the action attract malefaction, my passion/ For this mic, my contraption, alone in my sanction it's harsh like im ashin' the blunt/ and I'm smashing the cunt in the back of an Acura tappin' that ass and i'm drunk/ Plus i'm blastin' some Janet Jackson/ Breathin' heavy and the bitch tell me to hit it faster/ But that's enough about hoes, fuck love, word is born, the cypher's closed uh, uh//
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