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Did you understand that shit I put out like 2 days ago Goddamnit I'm up on my flow And Ain't nobody know A nigga like me don't stop til I see the veins in my eyes pop Walkin round cyclops Gotta let the nine pop Switch places time cop Bitch let ya spine drop I'm on the mic 9pac Apocalyptic crime spot My grind hot See there's crusin music And brusin music But if me and my brothas can't use it Then I'm bound to abuse it Can't you see I'm in love with the cheeba It's my fantasy that you won't breathe around it neither Bust my fever heat 9 millimeter speak In a cypher with my cohorts Never drippin remorse Or actually talkin about sports Out here starvin To get to carvin on a nigga like messy Marvin And I'm puffin on some carbon Bout to get cannibalistic Best believe a sidearm won't beg your pardon No armor I'm harmin Niggaz is hard as daisies Dare I say dey push up gardens And I'm pushin crank out they apartments Regardless I start shit Like walk up to yo crib and unload If voices tell me so If the clutch won't let me go You gettin stuck nigga f'sho I gotsta puff Puff And bust until I see yo puss And guts So you gon have to do mo than strangle us Punk bitch peep my angles Don't get em tangled I was chillin in neutral Till that dude hit overdrive Now we in some interstellar shit Spitting codes you can't override Ovulating primordial ooze All on top of my shoe When I kick yo bitch ass to the curb Is how I do Time to paradigm shift on out to the next level Detect a rebel On robotussin stealth robotic moves neurotic metal From the blacc kettle I kept rocks up under every step Like an Egyptian You flinch or I cough The cost is you in a coffin Espionage poppin off like yo pops on oxycotton You a sleeping duck Ain't no mystery Out with the mist And yo ass is history Out wit the gift I spit at the speed of a bullet Before they can pull it And I need My weed Bitch don't come around here and talk to me if you ain't got shit To Michael Jordan slam dunk up in my wallet Bitch get out my pockets Foe I get out my rockets And pop ya I'm probably disconnected from my own head Clickin like a full clip Automatic hollow tip lead Didn't listen to any of the shit that officer said Tryna read me my rights but tonight I'm finna pry his eyes out witta lead pipe Them dice em Push yo bitch down some stairs like mike Tyson with lice Light up my razor slice lines of rice My laser ignite perpetratin niggas who bite These lamers incite a riot Then i'ma return the violence I'm picking up shit niggas can't hear Dog whistle silence Whisper quiet But my stainless issue missile will still hit you bitch Don't u knoh We addicts down to pop you Like barbiturates And get ghost

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from Paper Jam 2k14 tha conspiracy, released October 10, 2013

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