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He's six feet down Six feet down He only comes around When he wants to get down But when he comes out of his hole He sounds something like this Yo Hit him in his Arm, Leg, Leg, Arm, Head Blast femur Arm, Leg, Leg, Arm, Head Blasphemer From black Jesus to Bathsheba, you rap divas Only seen success because you suck breath and dispatch demons I'm the lethal virus I'm the black Persian, dispersing the sermons through the desert, f**k Leonidas! I don't believe in Titans, a mystery Greek resiance In need of a reassignment, you leave when I reach for my pen The Pentecostal of pen'n gospel, the new inoculum Adjustin' my flow, we can't speak, cause you just a capo It's just a thought, though What if you b*t*h n***as spent just as much time on your rhymes as studying Lock for The fishbowl I was rowin' in, has eroded him So I wrote it in with a stoic grin, cause I won't pretend I won't amend what is meant to be broken, mentally loathin' Low and behold, stay afloat while you sink below 'em Bestowing these stonings and throwin' his life in these poems And pourin' his strife in these quotes but under the knife of no one A known threat to the threshold, that your chest holds A gesture of descent, you sent this way, an obsessed soul The soul extension of what I wrote is convictions of what I know is conditions Thats brought forth cause of flesh tone Etched in stone, each breath is a sketch of psalm A conversation elixir, a scripture when death is prone
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