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shout out to pharoahe monch and extra p...
niggaz know I g g get down p p p pick the wickedest style and see if it fits inside your mouth i'm like a wild mountain lion prowlin my explicit lyrics get fouler than chicken that you stole i get deeper than diamonds in a mine or your soul i erode ridges and ranges, im strange as the doctor.. i shock ya like vampire fangs in ya veins at the opera, i rock a mask like i was a phantom you're a bantum..weight boxer...you imposta i hit harder than biggie smallz on "who shot ya" i lock ya...legs up in the figure four who's the core..rapper harder than a diamond or iron ore? i explore caverns..and deep sea caves with amazing grace and every page that i write is like a light thats blazing a path through the darkness to the ex-slave, he's a spartacus an artist with panache and flavor i fly through the air like supa dave or evil kneivel whenever i rhyme fat singin along at your show's the only time taht i rhyme wack take a jet and see if you could fly back into time, black and find when i conceived of a wack style? you'll never find that i hijack ya time machine and went back to when ya rap cherry got popped i'll never go pop i will blow up, and so what if you see me on tv all the time, just like a game genie cuz i got game, believe me, dames seem to think so i impress with the fresh styles i kick, and your wrinkled ya older than rip van winkle, i peeped those dancesteps you rock, black, your rhythm's wack like a pinktoe it's so easy for me to rip a mic up i like butts bigger than Lez, i get hypa and put it down like a 25 to lifa that escaped babycakes, i fuck ya like i was an inmate i'm rockin you, just like a conjugal visit and when its time to kick lyrics im a wizard with a winterfresh flow plus im in effect mode dissin, puttin dents in niggas, from the temples to the toes now you know... the b-l-a-c-k and thats my m.o. and it shows, like that! __________________ http://twitter.com/theloniousfunk http://havetravelled.blogspot.com http://instagram.com/arsonwelles
“Be uncomfortable; be sand, not oil, to the machinery of the world.” - Gunter Eich
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