It's just... the Buffalo Bill of the hustling guild.. muscle, f'real.. A tight network of punches - deflecting your shield... My record's the wheel the spins like the pen in the Executives deal...

I am much tougher now, learned to cope
Words had spoken for me in the same sense of security as the nurturing...
Looked at the body of work, started up hearses, then...
continued to process into venues, subconscious
of any reality realm... challenging the balance again... a palace
of styles that are gems... even the Mandarin wants his hand in them...
Word... never learned to adapt... that wasn't my regard...
flying bars, touching the sky n' reaching horizon's stars...
I got my eyes to Mars... looking at Jupiter...
Concepts perplexing to merit, hearing what's new to ya...
I jeopardize the balance who don't recognize my talents...
It's just... the Buffalo Bill of the hustling guild.. muscle, f'real..
A tight network of punches - deflecting your shield...
My record's the wheel the spins like the pen in the Executives deal...
Get left for the kill... soon as I step, the weapon
concealed.... shows it's self.. now it's me and you... no one else.
But fuck that dog eat dog mentality... overthrow the shelf...
Scared Straight 99... "motherfucker, come hold my belt!"
Come hold these pockets, bitch... robbing you of your awesome kicks...
Any freedom you thought you had outside these walls do NOT EXIST...
Yeah, the apocalypse... sirens of mayhem...
From the composed structure of patterns when I try to display em', it's like...
Every subset has its own independent brain...
Mental aim got an exclusive shine, like a pendant's chain...
All these kids washed up... hear the sink idle...
Before it turns on, put your clothes through the rinse cycle...
This shit's psycho... I spit like no
Other on this board, hit high notes... like a Soprano...
I got this mic in my handle n' it's like, I'm lighting a candle...
In the dark of night, fighting with Rambo...
Fuck a butterfly knife, I swipe it right off the mantle..
And get over that hump, like it's a camel... some Sahara shit...
Four arms, some Kintaro shit... with a mask...
We're through the looking glass... n' it's looking good to smash...
I'm not all there... like Snooki's ass...
But it's OK, child... in the Situation, I play with that grade A pile...
roll up a J, WOW...
Then walk out that fucking bitch wit' the same style.. plain foul...
Ignorant. What's my name now?
Oh, that's right. It's the one you see displayed on this rap site...
Cockroaches scatter, like I went and turned on a flashlight...
Coming back from the dead, like I didn't care for a past life...

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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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