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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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