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Jul 2010
Slight-
I have a slight gangster mentality-That runs so deep it’s a poetic catastrophe-Its blasphemy and a tragedy if I don’t reach levels that come after me-
So come after me-

As I rip in tongues-As I hail from the lungs-let the words by the curves be slowly un-done-
The majestic one-The poetical son-

The able no fables releasing hell and its stables till the grapple unravels-in your mind I might dabble-Have you follow like cattle-if you battle than straddle the best of your babble-Biblical proportions beat you down to the gravel-

And in your grave you’re a slave to the rhymes I convey-Time to make way-Because the wisdom has made this intellectual given-profit that’s driven-ripping and hitting-Moving and living never loosing the rhythm-rhyme with precision-Plant my feet in position-The story been written by the way I’ve been gripping-My energy’s lifting the complete non-existent-time to raise your resistance-next to me you’re a distance-Descending and defending emcees to oblivion-

Hope you been listening-The lesson is interesting-Strategically moving in-your mind I’m consuming and you soul has been looted and your conscience is loosening-I move you like puppet strings-Spit syllable’s like mixed drinks-Turn your nightmares to dreams except when you scream-Hope your systems been clean because I carry the sickest flow you ever did see-

The poetical king-The most influential of beings-Ripping through seams-The star of the scene-

And I will infest through your vest burry deep in your chest-rip your soul to a mess-always passing the test-Eliminate stress-when the labels invest in the man they call Able always causing a wreck-Broke with no checks so the ambition don’t rest-It goes for the **** so I’m taking all bets-Look up to the best-Play my life like its chess-Making moves I will never regret-always making connects with rhytmaical sets-

As I stay relevant it’s time to pay up your rent-because you whack emcees don’t see I’m hell bent-

So I’m bending and breaking your necks as I’m taking you sprit from making any type of relation-ride with me you need maintenance-battle me become patients-Your style is vacant-Your lyrics are faking-Your like rap master bating-I’m like rap *******-On every occasion-I’m the spoken word liberation-Now I will crush all whack

emcees with complete annihilation-
Stop all the playing-
Written by
Richard Itskovich
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