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    When it's time for me to recline  
    I listen to rhymes and beats in the waves of the spine  
    to the brain  
    relievin' pain & anguish  
    the stangest arrays make me sway and make my day brighta  
    the hip hop envia.  
    write arrive a little soona  
    check the soles on my Pumas  
    my attitude is miserable  
    cause in my mind I'm sayin' here's a fool I don't like  
    I won't strike his ass in the face  
    I'm blastin' the bass in my headphones  
    a fool don't have to get his head flown  
    why waste time with rhymes?  
    I get straight to the point  
    like I HATE when funk's in the joint  
    the hip hop is playin'  
    sprintin' in to spray men  
    don't threaten me  
    or you won't be able to see  
    when I gouge ya eyes out  
    I despise doubt  
    on your part  
    like I won't stab you in your heart  
    my flow is drastic  
    serious, sarcastic  
    my motto is,  
    "Phuck with me & get your ass kicked."  
    And that's the key to understandin' me  
    and if they cool then the foot is what you'll be brandin', B  
    "Check It ooooout!" (Repeat)  
    I love to peep a rhyme  
    first of all I'm seein' if my man can keep the time  
    if he go off beat, and it's on purpose  
    he gotta come back on the beat  
    or the effort is worthless  
    I like ot hear a cool flow  
    but if it's identical to another, he a fool for it  
    ya gotta build,  
    upon skills  
    and all that copy that most popular rapper shit can get killed  
    I like a nigga who is quick witted  
    cause it make me feel like I do, when I come from where my dick  
    and I admit it, it's a joy  
    when I hear a nigga avoid the wack and make 'em paranoid  
    I loves niggas who talk shit  
    cause that's my department  
    I got somethin' for anyone who starts shit  
    cause I'm relentless  
    with a sentence  
    a jail sentence, after I beat you senseless  
    I like niggas when they add rhymes, mad rhymes  
    then I laugh at niggas who fell off and had rhymes  
    just some descriptions of what I like to listen to  
    with my Bruce Banner scanner point of view... ('Pe-urnnnn')  
    Now I'm bout to clown a bitch  
    she made my eyebrows twitch  
    cause she's rich  
    yeah, real funny  
    she makes some money  
    for puttin' other niggas down  
    you nuthin' but a clown  
    you can't write  
    and you're not bright  
    you fail to notice the dopeness  
    cause you have no insight  
    you need to quit  
    you ain't shit  
    you need to get a lesson, in hip hop detection  
    and you're next in my list to jack  
    it's a fact not fiction  
    bitch, stop ya bitchin'  
    you write articles  
    I'ma rip apart ya skull  
    cause ya dull  
    not entertainin'  
    I'ma put ya brain in orbit  
    cause I'm morbid  
    thinkin' a new ways to kill ya  
    and yo,  
    I feel ya  
    ya too critical  
    and ain't got a bit a pull  
    just admit it fool  
    before we get rid of you  
    a rolling stone gathers no moss  
    and now who will pay the cost  
    and afterwards get lost  
    hit the dirt, before you get hurt  
    I eat stupid bitches like you and a rhyme for dessert  
    I bet you never get no dick  
    you make me so sick  
    so my pistol is loaded...  

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