El Huron shit... gotta give you a straight start... But much like the movie's plot? Most these motherfuckers just "fake heart"... See, my dorsal tends to stick out above water like a great shark, in a lake, n' all I see is the bait part...

I see... but music's a child...
every consequence from infancy
is what mainly interests me into building these different themes...
They go off the walking path? Or they can sit between...
and fantasize the art form; they feel the pen's like written dreams....
Foreplay is their forte... I get it in all...
But they're drawn back, acting sketchy, how they expect to evolve?
They yearn answers for each question to solve
the lesser of two evils raping the culture... which is normally conformity...
Second nature is warning me... hide most of what
the music is born to see...
Then open your doors n' give em' the tour for free...
Best of the elites, rest at their feet...
the pressure that seeped into their digestive ain't give em seconds to speak...
Word...
And the cost is more than it's worth...
What's the point of the splurge if it'll lose you when you pen a verse...
Sacrilegious in nature, trust me the end's worst...
Ready to just burst into flames as soon as he enters church...
Word...
Can't talk to em' now...
These greedy motherfuckers mocking the crown...
It's a burial, aerial assault... hawks come around...
And turn the area into a hospital ground... that thought is profound...
I don't welcome it, but I can smell the death of it...
Scratch like the vinyl, make the record skip...
Check it, this is the beating drum for the greedy ones in the deficit...
Def. a sit down for this round...
I'm hearing em' rustle... I'm the Ferret, comparing their hustles...
Sunglasses on, surrounded by American Muscle...
in arrogance, must know the lyric is not on par where the Ferret is..
Scary shit. Real talk. Make you slice off each hairy tit...
On your chest like, "where his nips" ...seconds later "Oh, there it is!"
El Huron shit... gotta give you a straight start...
But much like the movie's plot? Most these motherfuckers just "fake heart"...
See, my dorsal tends to stick out above water
like a great shark, in a lake, n' all I see is the bait part...
Now... back to business... I dunno...
I see a lack of interest of rap, so this is... like the craft I'm pitching...
Bringing back tradition... bout to put up a rap petition...
Back to dissing... back to cats with an actual vision...
For this shit... whether forum public decorum blips
of everything we could ask for... before Jook came a cash whore...
And had em' put up a trash board...
Back before politics happened... back when real boarders
followed the action...
Now, all of this whack... and ... I don't wanna part of it...
But shit... I'm feeding the beast... I'm in a catch stream and release...
But I ain't eating, capeesh?
So, I need to be leaving the streets with something that can keep em' in peace...(Not meaning police!)

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So give me this ratchet, bitch. A prick, more than a Cactus is. I crack your ribs on the McDonald's Arches, so I can watch it split at several different axises.

LOL @ the dust around from the mushroom cloud crushing, wow! Fucking clown! Yeah, how does it feel to be under ground? (Huh?) Literally. You can't get rid of me. Every bit of D- N-A is like a relay of keys placed, for you to Freebase... on A destructive nature of touching paper. A victim of habit. Up in your head, cause he lives in the attic like Roger from American Dad, scribbling at is.. notebook.. with Rachel McAdams face on the cover... he's physically had it. Needs Zoloft to doze off. So his father keeps... given em' tablets.. He sits in the blackness, drawing pictures of catfish. Why? Cause he's miserable, and considerably tragic. If you look at him, his innards are like a miniature of sinister lashes. So give me this ratchet, bitch. A prick, more than a Cactus is. I crack your ribs on the McDonald's Arches, so I can watch it split at several different axises. I don't know what I'd do without this rapping shit, I'd probably h...

Give you parrots the cold... shoulder, wanna copy my talent? The trapeze artist so skillfully concocting the balance... I mean it's awkward, at how the kids come at me when they thought they can challenge... A beast who slaughters so regularly, a crew mops up his palace...

Time to yell, rhymes expel the kind of heat... That Satan couldn't handle in the furnace room, while he tried to sleep... I mean, venomous rage when this pen's engaged... penetration... his head's aching from all the fucked up medication... They'd never face em... why the fuck would they? Battle in hell... a pressure gauge of talent that's shattering wells... From a different planet, n' I must say that Saturn's swell.. I've had it, the smell ...of defeat in the cavern dwells.. I got an ego that needs to be popped, repeatedly... rock... your drive, I'm never parked, so why the fuck would I be in a lot? His stream of talent? well, it seems like a-lot... A genius, thought to be the next incarnation of Einstein with every line rhymed... It's my time, don't get clocked out... Fucking naked... baring my soul, it's apparent, I swallow arrogance whole... Give you parrots the cold... shoulder, wanna copy my talent? The trapeze ...

Tell Ebenezer Scrooge, if he seen these jewels? He'd faint, to the floor. I'm not quaint, see the face of your lord. Still writing pages on forums, n' gracing this board. Watch the impact break through the floor And completely shatter your foundations support.

Uh, fine cloth.... A superpower, if I ever combine my thoughts... From the punch dimension, like the Cyclops. You know the government's doing psy-ops... why not? When you can die, suicide, by Cop. Rodney King got beat in the street.... billy clubs... No way he could compete... He was walking around.... kind of shocked at it How... they warped his noggin like a flying saucer, 'cause wow It's a sight to see if you ever catch an "Officer" down... Nah, Officer up... you exercise your freedom of speech? You'll probably get jumped. Walk up to you with an overconfidence of a pompous Push your buttons, so they can watch you destruct... They're waiting for you to act up, you thespian you... However you do.... they're waiting on that combativeness to get you 'removed'. And I don't mean in the same way like you're obstructing a class I mean like an officer, punching through glass. Reaching his hand in your car window, n' leaving blood, on th...

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