the mircophone villain, cold chillin killin like an overdose of penicillin its rope-a-dope for niggas thinkin they can overthrow the flow I hold the ropes n let em throw the blows a couple moves, and I leave em comatose, cool as a corpse no remorse you admire, I desire you adore, I attain more I plane soar take the reigns n move quick I rule like Rick, stick n move slick I ba sharpshooter, these niggas made of bricks I ba school of barricuda, yousa little fish I'm a real nigga, yousa little bitch switchin harder than women n skinny jeans don't fit, nigga which way you wanna face when ya brains hit pavement like Shady gave me the brain waves, plus an AK lyrics be the bullets will I point yo way when I trigger-pull it? ya full of it n ion mean bullshit I mean lead when I head-aim with a tongue-gun leave ya undone homies wonderin whered the gun come from he ain't seem like the one I'm such a conundrum perplex the ones I affect with excellent inflection intelligent infection guess ya better grab the aforementioned penicillin too bad the cures a curse, the amount that rids em of me's killin em and I continue fillin em until he's dead it's microphone massacre, the masters gettin in ya head I bring game change like Damascus sans the name change and divinity, but otherwise the same thing are you both hands feelin me I'm iller than many, and stayin real to infinity defending my right to bear rhymes heavy armed, got a brain full of bombs its on nigga I kamikaze niggas I fight fire ...
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