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on Da Bar

Check it I be the mic originator greater than the next hater

So my nines will degrade ya send ya back to ya maker undertaker

Shake ya

With my earthquake flows formin' portals bigger than the black hole leave ya third eye swole

My thoughts travelin' faster than the speed of light say goodnight from the snake bite

A rhyming python wears cables and nylon runnin' bars harder than marathon true champion none could knock a don

Birthed by the sun raised by moon Sonic booms soundwaves from heart rates feelin' doom and soon

To be resting in the womb

The belly of the earth retaining my turf know my worth make words hurts

So suckas better tuck in ya skirts

I'm catching mirth

Along with death til my last breath cookin' up rhymes from the *** of my mind n continue to shine

Its asinine to flex ya mind if you cross the gun line don't be a victim of a graphic design

 

(Ya tapped out)

 

 

 

Scatzzz all over the kitty katz with my woody bat making them brains cracks

Cells it ain't hard to tell ****** fear me cuz I be the archangel Michael

fallin' deep into the depths of my hell o well

If you try to inhale my lyrical tales this ship is set to sail

On ya brainwaves these days fools rappin' for cheap pay lookin' all gay **** that I rather use the AK

Sittin' by the window seal signing the release will my soul'll still

Be reaching regardless the hardest artist

Usually ends up a carcass manifest the darkest

Rhymes but shine light at the same time crime at an all time

High once I blaze my thoughts cells fought & caught

By the smokin' arrows of a ghostly pharoah

Thats just my ancestors though lettin' me know it's time to show and go blow for blow toe to toe

Hands or the chrome pistol

The ghetto Aristotle makin' bodies mold from the enemies that caught a cold

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Aug 19, 2018
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