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I’m a show some skill to reveal just how I feel This cut shows open abrasions Now peep it heal Let’s keep it real Most people fear what’s on the radio I ain’t hating yo Some of that stuff is quite amazing though But notice lately those lazy Joe’s still making dough With a flaky flow Hooks with words that only babies know You must be crazy low regarding brain ratios Remove the case ammo and the ice from every phrase you throw And what your left with if you’re lucky, maybe gold ‘Cause you talk to your fans like a man that’s raising eight-year olds I try to take control and focus while I’m making scrolls I think all cake and though I’m never letting monеy taint my soul With patience shown I make it known that I ain’t dating morе Hip Hop’s my true love as I grew up that I was waiting for And tend to make it grow diverse as a family Nine headnodic leaves restore Eternia’s humanity Hip holocaust Hip holocaust Hip holocaust Hip holocaust Now off the lyrics I spread Over your head It’s too heavy for your mental I guess the rhyme can’t uplift your mind Listen to every line I combine all of mine Flacked on fake emcees off a building Strap the watches ‘cause they fall with time Borderline Might be close enough then you think See I have to freestyle ‘cause my pen don’t hold enough ink Now it’s cool to have nice jewels But don’t forget the real shine come from right moves You light dudes can’t even fight fools With weak arguments of those set up not to drop a sequel You might call me a cannibal ‘cause I’m fed up with a lot of people Money scheming hand code and scope on they’re trike Many hold heat but never reloaded it in they’re life Keep these eyes wide open to see who wanted to lay us Some say life is a sport Guess why many so people want to be players So if I land two I plan through It’s too easy to get your name squashed Stuff I spill leaves mental stains nobody can brainwash The life of the mic device It gets sacrificed like abortion Contorting you mentals with acapellas reinforcing Lyrical mastery with a navigating capacity Geographically voicing opinions like Mr. Macafee Remove the wack emcee Alter the state of his anatomy And mail his internal organs to the home of his family From mom dukes and third cousins Fetus are coming out a month early got the nurse bugging We heard thuggin’ Industry rappers with a combustion Spontaneous and real embarra**ing like a comic losing the dozens Tele-wack rap, you gotta go The exit’s that way And don’t even make an entrance until you come with a hotter flow We crust cerebellums and roll ‘em inside of optimal Stimulating like G-spots, causing my c*ck to grow That penetrate v*****l mind states With the philosophical and neurological verses opening third opticals Taking the loss is never optional Entertaining the thought is comical Like the Hagar the Horrible in your chronicles Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha Hahahahahahahahahahahaha Huhuhahahahahahahaha Hip holocaust Hip holocaust Hip holocaust Hip holocaust No fear of man in me but be afraid of my floetry I be the pervert to grope the beat Wack emcees everyday hope to be The ghetto rapper to own the street Hold the toast blasting off openly If you ain’t the shirt on my back then get the f**k off of me Your rhymes are inferior, ain’t sh*t that you could offer me I practice my own philosophy, created an original dialect Spit in a language all my own, still witness the rhyme effect Poetic like biblical hymns with divine intellect I spit for the ma** Like a master of masturbation I come correct By f**king your intelligence, attempting to make you smarter Busting nuts into your brain in your medulla oblongata A warrior lyrically darker than a Zulu named *holocaust* Shaka Indivisible, divided in visible visuals, I’m dissing you Extract claws for combat that’s physical Mythical individual crack craters with syllables UFOs described as cymbals, simple symbols, I put faith in pen and pencils I tap temples for tempos and skull caps for mental stencils, stand still Your raps solidify, solids liquify, when I blink my eye sparks will fly Cocoon myself and meta morph Depart on mega zords Strike with adamantium antlers and a barrage of metaphors Telepathic communication, decapitation of compet**ion Manipulation of pawn position, listen I encrypted codes in kryptonite using equipment from spy tech Enlisted laser sight and missile mics to target minds Dying to find the riddle of life while you’re defying Death but still you’re killing yourself within your trying Your mind then deteriorates from all the lying Of hoping that dreams come true but they’ve come and gone like lighting Losing’s never an option when sparring lyrical boxing My hits strip your lips of free speech The red sea parted by Moses and poses threats And hoses the hottest trends A torrential verbal wet stream to clean the culture I defend I was sent to implement underground and main amends To prevent the haps that went and rebuild it over again B-boy troops, emcees and graffi artist we luster Nine Leaves essential structures and we murder motherf**kers Hip holocaust Hip holocaust Hip holocaust Hip holocaust Revealed in stolen clothing was a spirit laid before me Grabbing hold of holy water, spraying scriptures while anointing Holding only the chosen ones with children that all ignore thee Forty sorters with forty shields and swords meant for destroying Melodious ceremonies set for the sacrifices once the nicest is sliced Insides collected from the fighters Mighty the many who fall at the hands of the sword To slice and dice many ways while the holy biblical verses recited Who knows why these foes go to battle with the lyrically beautiful symmetry Meant by the goddess grant the remedy Seemingly simpletons step to the altar taking fatally Mabeline-painted faces greet the fate of path of misery Might I pa** this last wrath and laugh at my enemies Many who fail to see the lighted path fall in front of me MC’ing came to be Way to succeed in this destiny Floor full of dead souls Slaughtered by my verbal weaponry I’m illustrating that this is not a cult but a culture of liberation Liberation of art and a liberation of statement Liberated enough to express the thinking of hatred Express the thinking of genius and carry the feeling sacred Carry evil emotion like Isis I melt an ocean Carry a group of people to serve a cause or promotion Carry a situation encage it into a versal You would not understand on an underground or commercial Level within this matrix Full of pestering agents Whether Angie or Bobby don’t still exist in enslavement So I listen to articles sitting inside my inner Visualize a method to comprehend this agenda I’m shadow boxing Prepare with training Sweating and staining No fainting Maintaining the kingdom I’m reigning Never complaining They love me like Raymond Desire is flaming I’m taking your squad So call the replacements or the monsters that hide in your basement I’m facing drama and all the sh*t that you feed me Leaving me stashing the heat in my balls like Adebisi You can’t defeat thee Who can’t be provoked I’m watching you choke With the sharp tongue that’s slowly cutting your throat Quote I devote my time since birth I’ve searched the earth To earn what’s rightfully mine Fame, wealth, power, respect In no particular order Nove, nueve, whatever We’ll still leave you slaughtered
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