I call it Multiple man
-I’ve PERFECTED my SPEECH, I INJECT~IN~UNIQUE~HEAT when I EAT this BEAT~INFECTED wit BEEF//
-I’ve SELECTED to BE, the Ghost wit no REFLECTION to SEE like that lame duck up in the PRES-I-DEN-CY//
-So I’m CHECKIN ya PLEE, when I stab you in ya NECK and ya KNEES and INJEST ya CHEST wit DISEASE//
-JUS to BE what I’m Destined to BE, an MC creatin’ a HEAVEN for G'S, but I aint the CENTER of PEACE//
-I’m gettin NICKLE -n- DIMED, feelin’ lost like a RIDDLE CONFINED to be in the MIDDLE of CRIMES//
-SPITTIN~RHYMES that'll TICKLE ya SPINE, in the MIST of the TRICKLIN~TIMES I got skits that'll STICK to ya MINDS//
-I’m a eat ya flesh THIN-TILL ya DYIN, WIT-ILLED up LINES like SIX-PILLS a TIME to WHITTLE ya BLIND//
-I don’t need PIXILS to SHINE, cause ya’ll to BRITTLE to FIND so I FITTLE wit RHYMES jus to GIGGLE IN MIND//
-I MIX -n- MATCH, TRICKS wit TRACKS, so until I FIX my FACTS get HIT WIT just a JIST of RAP thru that SICKEST SPAT//
-I RISK ATTACKS when I LACK to LIFT that MAC, switchblades will RIP the BACKS of WACK ARISTACRATS//
-I’m to HUMBLE for Thanks I jus BUBBLE like GRAPES, bringin’ TROUBLE to LAMES, Mr. F You’s the NAME//
-Here to CRUMBLE ya FRAMES, wit a a-COUPLE of FLAMES cause I never FUMBLE in Face when I DOUBLE my GAME//
-Got rid of my AGED FLAWS, like punks wit STAINED JAWS, wit a flow like a CHAIN SAW, I HATE TALK//
-I’m in ya VEINS DAWG, leavin’ ya BRAINS RAW when I CROP ya TOP like I AIM~TALL I fight for the SAME CAUSE that GREATS WALK//
-I’ve LEARNED to RAP to take my attitude and TURN~IT BACK into emotion and BURN a TRACK//
-I gotta blood THIRST to CRACK, WACK emcees that try to WORK ATTACKS on me when they’re the FIRST to LACK//
-I’m AMAZIN on TAPES, sick like perverts RAPIN on DATES, HATES got me ANEGERED and RAGED, like an APE when its CAGED…….
What more can I say?
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
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