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Bring in the all the babies, I’m gettin rated R for sure I’m spittin pressurized carbon, my scriptures hard core Soft emcees run away from the gunsmoke They shook, they left their skills in ‘L’ Segundo Just count your losses and be done with me homey You couldn’t see the big picture with a plasma screen Sony I hit you harder than the L.A.P.D. with their nightstick Whenever I get to rhyming, believe son it’s a crisis Niggas is lifeless, after I finish snappin off their synapses Baltimore problem child, I sting you harder than Cassius Knock you out quicker than George Clinton would say funk Now you sound like Snuffelupagus, you so lyrically punch drunk Your ship’s sunk, Titanic never, just a rusty tug boat Can’t pull the weight of your own rhymes, so you can’t stay afloat Lokh Em lock you down like a chastity belt It seems you got a nasty habit, the way you keep playin yourself I take words and flip ‘em into daggers and hammers Till you brothas realize my rhymes tighter than spandex On Oprah Winfrey in the 80’s, to challenge me you must be crazy I can’t read your garbage, I get lazy eyes like Tracy McGrady I’m the master of metaphor, the Hercules of hyperbole Sensei of simile, sun I stay hotter than Mercury
it's still early in the mornin. i'm still wakin up. "I'm scientific, but my reflex gangsta"- Black Thought
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