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We don't say "Hi" & We don't say "hello"
The only thing we say after wrecking your show is

How U Doin?

[V1A: PackFM]

It's outrageous, The way I stay rippin up these stages
I spit %#@! so sick, you wish it was contageous
Spread like The Plague is with vibes like silent pagers

^!$$%z kickin fake %#@!, blame it on the matrix
You're so wack that you'll leave a theif screamin "I cant take this!"
I get Biz like Mark, I'm catchin weck, you're catchin vapors

All you're perpetratin' is pure cetification
That you wouldnt be as dope as me if you did ya best impersonation
I still cant stand you, rhyme parapallegic

^!$$%z thinkin I'm ill, 'cause their raps are makin me sick
So what you want from me?, Evacuate my company
You could swallow my sperm, and wouldnt be spittin as nuts as me


[V1B: TONEDEFF]
I'm cussin when I'm bustin frees, I'd love to see you $#&@ with T

If I crush your team with cuts that means, I clutched you in my custody
I touch a beat reluctantly, cause of what it does to me
There's something freakish up, it seems, I suddenly can jump the trees

The function is perfunctory, with stunning ease I lunge for Greece
And only cease, because, you see...I stumped my feet on Tuscany
My running cleets were scuffed to pieces. MC's are cunts in heat

That scrub and clean for nothing, B - Their mugs are freakin' ugly
They're clumsy in their drudgery. %#@!...my tongue is tweaked abundantly
My luxury money's eaten by monthly fees

In summary, I stunningly can stomach these abundantly unfunny geeks
These scummy freaks are somewhat neat to hunt for weeks
I strut the streets comfortably, cause punks duck in retreat

I'm the one that makes you shun beliefs, like nuns & priests with###my sheets
I've brung complete sums of treats. You're buggin how I strung this feat
The sublety is null indeed, so don't confront us when we meet!


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[V2: MECCA]
I will go all out, to humiliate you
Burn through any squad that affiliates you

That'll give the kids on the corner something to chat about
Give all these mad rappers something to be mad about
I'm made for this, like guns was made to buck

Got entertainers pissed, cause I break their legs for luck
Stuck watching this son of southside who accomplished this
Blocking this? Tell me how you plan to stop apocalypse

That's claiming to be all the flame & the heat
And how we, reign in the street and put your name if defeat
Have a seat...don't ever come through acting loud

Cause I will leave you slumped on that block you're so proud of
You bow, cause I always impress, always amaze
Straight arsonist...constantly coming with blaze

In another minute, you g'on wanna chase me
Cause your vibe just can't replace me, flow just can't erase me
I remain rhymer-proof, time constructed

Forgive them father...they know not who they $#&@ with
Cause as an MC, I stay baptized to bang
While you could be crucified and still couldn't hang

Whoever think they got something for it, get up on it
I'll teach you and your crew what it means not to want it
I don't air out tracks...I ventilate, rhymes penetrate

Crews disintergrate... it's mecca's way or the interstate

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