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Back from my hibernation where I've been waitin' I've been takin' off from precaution and shapin' off for lamen I've been carvin' bars in my vocal ways, the walls of caveman Call 'em David slayin' Goliath, pious, but broke the Matrix Recite ember despite when you guys whimper I write with a slight temper, put knife in a Knight Templar You nice, but you rhyme Kinder, I genocide when been in stride I live and ride by these principles, let the gimmicks die Switch ya sides Lеavin' the most bitter critic mystified Lyrics I, spit too sweet, pop mе a Glipizide Swift as wicked ninja spy in disguise Kill you on the grind and rise up on my wings and fly Then touch and kiss the sky And get as high as Snoop Dogg on "Ladi Dadi" This hunger in my belly like on strike, Mahatma Ghandi I'm makin' waves like Kawasaki Jetskis down in Maui And you just got gunned down by Doctor whose Hip-Hop's a hobby Nah, my only hobby is homi' I'm in Detroit like I'm Martin, Gina and Tommy Come find me, I got the muzzle off Every other cough is a coffin I get to scoffin' And often my homies push white girl like Andy Kaufman Call him out his name and you better explain wisely Dearly deceased, in between sheets like you an Isley You speak contention, you need connection, you Teddy Riley Daily diary, every new entry is a new da Vinci Back to me like frisbee, diss me or dismiss me I'm rippin' your back like a slipped disk be I'm Bill Bigsby when angry, runnin' with the fists of Dempsey No Walt Disney could draw something distinctly this grizzly I just spit to you, what that did to you was elicit diss me A spreading virus to your nasal Like Smallpox, Ebola, COVID, but more fatal Got these haters shakin', they won't admit it, but oh they know Hit you with a tongue twister like I just spit you a tornado More fables Servin' you rappers the minute you mention my name and I'm ready for war, slay you Takin' advantage of any demand of my people commandin', I'm more [?] Shake the game loose as you poor whore's Kegel Whore stable, filled with 'munition from Singapore's navel I put a hole in your soul the size of a whole bagel Locate you at a Bodega coppin' a cold Faygo Murder your whole label, willin' and ready to clothes hang you Verbally better than any competitor, better get out of my way You don't measure up Your death is up The resurrection of unification of Humans in Nations With new innovations in music creation While simultaneously improving my patients Like Superman in the booth in a cape And I flew through the gate, to dispute, to debate The abuse and the hate, to produce an escape For these starving kids and put food to the plate I spit it to get it to get in the Guinness, the minute I finish This medic'll put up his pen to the pinnacle pedestal Pedal to metal, now put down the foot on a break When I battle a rapper there's no more compatible Abracadabra, you can't stop me From Europe, Australia, America, Africa, back up to Asia, it's Laz's Army Never could pawn me, none of you ever alarm me Sever your [?] Dead it the debit, I read it, embedded, I bet it was better, you never could calm me Commonly, I’m an anomaly, I’m a new nominee I'ma need mine with this rhyme I see I'ma need all of you rappers to get back in the lab and get back to some honesty Comedy, that sh*t's a commodity, labeled as sodomy But I decided to let it slide And slide into the mental of people who simple Exhibit the limit, lyrics to live it Push to the fringe, Bush with the pen Bush would've been shook to a ten, look for within Never hoped to revere fear, my career would appear as a book If you want, look in King T'Challa, I'm the product of pride And I'm properly proud to be, poppin' and stackin' up money When the economy wanna be puttin' chains on me like I'm property Abolish your policy, brought up by a father from poverty Who taught me and guided me, how to be a man with autonomy Had a crown on me since a fetus on my mother's ultrasonography I'm a machine, put ketamine inside of my lyrics, spit the American dream The medical dean, that rips your soul out your body like dimethyltryptamine As I'm rippin' the scene Steady sanitizing the rap game, my lyrics are Listerine Then I pray to the Kaaba, Alhamdulillahi rabbil Alamin
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