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Walkin to ya crew spot
Checking out what you got
Old school
Break a nigga off wif tha doo wop
Punk ass nigga
On the block
Thinkin that I'm
Finsta run
Started seizing on the spot
And speaking in tongues
I get off the focus nectar
With my specters
Spit the legend
To a prefecture of intellectuals
Call it my lecture
Till perfection
Spaghetti blacksmith forge
swords And weapons
That niggas can't hold
Don't know what I'm reppin
I'm looking for talent
Slam my talons
Into a stallion's ass
I almost need to pass
On smoking these suckas
Choking off sassafras
I couldn't have all these niggas in my grill
Without me breathing flames
These suckas couldn't take a step in my brain and peep game
I'm stickin to kickin the funk
Popping the clip and smoking the blunt
Dead bodies in my trunk
Hella pedestrians out of luck
I was schmebbin so hard
Down ye olde lane
Niggas singing auld Lang syne
Throwing up gang signs
Bonafide high fidelity definition
Uncut home entertainment cocaine
All up in my brain
About this mission
Asking me what I'm finna do about
These mothafuckin biters
So I came back with hot shit my spit even tighter
It just rips niggas apart
At the heart
When I gets to sparking this
Rhymes and crimes
No witness or evidence
Popping pills all across metropolis
No stopping this
Nuclear bomb drop
Ain't that obvious
The mafia
Guess who's dragging ya daughters
To tha slaughter
I oughta
Never mind that nigga
I gotta
I get niggas mo amped than I
All Ready to testify
But I'm never getting arrested
It's these bustas getting bested
Invest in a nigga
in a vest
Getting bread
Suggesting
To this bitch
In a dress
To give some head
Or instead
Align yourself with the dead
And eat some lead
I puts it down
Clown and putz
And If you think I'm puttin
I'm slam dunkin
Punk
And sho enough I'm leaving nothin
Give up yo rings
And get out the ring
Bored for eternity
Cuz I keep spittin mo
Yo tape ain't no concern to me
I'm letting bitches know
Unbeknownst to them squares
The world boils down
To cupcakes and eclairs
But it doesn't matter to me
I'm breaking these nigga teeth
I'm making niggas grief
Descend from trees
When they speak on me
What's they take on me?
Is he fake homie?
I'm smoking up all the weed
In eternity
The game can't be detected
By scanning retinas
Recognize
I break these niggas
Some fluff off the crust
Of the pie
They crumble in disgust
Call me tide
When they time up
Clean up more muck than chum scrubbers scrubbing scum
Cannibis sativa
Got me wheezing
like chimney sweepers
Jeepers creepers
I'm Packin the feva
Aka the nina
Prepare yo last breather
For the next time I see ya
Frontal lobe implosion
Fetch the notion
If you imposing
You dead and frozen
Head's open
But most of all
Still moping
Still hoping
That that god cat
Lay off the hazmats
And give yo life back
But I break these bitches like kit kats
Catch you slippin
Peel yo cap back
Yo wig flip
Ya crew dip
Brains out
Lookin stupid

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from In Versus Mode (UNOFFICIAL), released February 8, 2013

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