LYRICS
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The microphone molestaThe Chevy undresserStupid dope fresh tight shit resurrectorTop gun man mod best of the bestaThe living MC, peace and restaStill tested the flexed gunnaThe make funna the appisary make runnaMake summa cold with rhymes that spitGet gifted, lifted, delinquent witI be the prophet, in my handTop it, stop it, felt like rockin when I rock itLocked it down with this perverse verseEvery fuckin curse I burst to hurtRoom crowds physical fitness rhymesCoke heads couldn't do my linesI'm decorated like Christmas pines with Italian rocksMCs become silhouettes in shockReading my eyes will say it in many waysLosing my pride will save it in many daysHit the dirtBecause the words I spit will do more than just ripyour shirtI'll bitch slap your soulTrack the track controlYou coming at me?You can't hack it thoughSo ridiculousWatching my crew get sick of thisWickednessPitchin thisLyrical brichisnessTo crews and cliquesMaiden, men, and mistressesThis is my lifeThe twilight, the fight nightAnd trying to see nothing but the highlightsWhen I writeThese eyes on horizonsTop of Mike, start cries on to KrylonFire on, rude men telekineticallyAs aterically beats become a clarityFeel averity's heroism, and heresyAnd severe every MC I see with neverityReading my eyes will say it in many waysLosing my pride will save it in many daysWhy not?What a keep?Why not?What a keep?Why not?What a keep?Why not give me what I came to deserve?Why not give me what I came to believe?Why not give me what I came to deserve?Why not give me what I came to believe?Reading my eyes will say it in many waysLosing my pride will save it in many days
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