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But they couldn't even find the lighter

Hip-Hop wasn't dead I was right beside her read the vital signs

Combined Tech and Myka 9 to form a hyper hybrid

I go in right after Rifleman sight like a sniper lens

Started from the bottom of the barrel to the top like a pharaoh

Now I'm launching an audible arrow

Hopping along while we chop on the tempo

Hotter than lava whenever on instrumentals

Armed with my armor of metal

Napalm in the palm spray upon pawns in the ghetto

Off the head feeling calm in my mental

Literally rippling across ponds in the meadow

Giving 'em some extra flavor echo echo chamber

With a couple of the west coast favorites

Line 'em up hit 'em in a row giving 'em a dose of the basics

Yea back in the lab with the data intact

Rapping so fast catch an asthma attack

Amateurs lacking the grammar and fact

Stand on the map with my clan on my back

WWC couple hundred degrees

Humble and I'll never mumble over the beat

Chopper hovering over the sea

Hundred to hundred and three

Summon a beast coming in from under the league

Underground rumbling from under my feet

Running from my hunger gotta hustle to eat

Lock and load with the project blowed

Respect the west with a south west flow

Going off key but always flowing on beat

Roaming Arizona with my motor on E

Voted top three not even going mach speed

Spoken my peace hozho na'ha' lii

Automatic rap addict savage

Holographic track classic daggers

Tomahawks and black hatchets hacking

Merciless verses dynamic and rapid

We back at it wack rappers vanish

Package and run away with the baggage madness

Animal causing havoc with habits ravage

Automatic rap addict savage

Vitamins and minerals

Why do many criminals

Pride in there subliminal's

Hide em in the minimal

With a slight of hand Seminole

Might of land general

Right of band integral

Fight 'em and win a goal

Titan ends gotta light em up insight enough to guide em into intervals

Myka friend funking em up with out a Vicodin but the shit i write again can be called a Colon-a-pen

Anchovies in Monrovia to Bon Jovi even though I'm rocking pizza toppings in a rodeo

No polio portfolio sicker than the shit I spitted out my pie hole or a glory hole

Used the doctrine boxed em in and then took out the oxygen they wanted Oxycontin but I got Amoxicillin

They're small pox a disease of wanna be thugs on little blocks to bend

Never comb it over but goddesses shun toxic men

The moral of the story more than forty with authority minority reporting over lording the Sorority

Let the bass slap the taste out your trap then erase rap try to find yourself with a cracked face app

Vatican or Anakin I'm battling rap again like African pathogens

I stabbed a mannequin with a javelin blabbering panicking

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Back pack rapping I'm militant to these silly civilians