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Yeah, let's get it
Light smoke puff past
Slide in like a shadow with a samurai posture
Voice cut through the static like I'm choppin' up opera
Ghost in the cypher, glitch in the system
Flow hold weight like the sins of a victim
Feel the rhythm, verses that triggers a cataclysm
Flippin' up every bar like a beast that's controlling an exorcism
Might spark the leaf, but the bar's hit harder
Sharper than a barber with a blade, shavin' at the parlor
Farther than I can push it, harder than the rook did
Checkin' the king with strategy's with plays
Outside your fuckin' booklet (nigga just book it)
Made my own lane, if you followin' me, and where I took it
Better expect the detours, cause elevation ain't always how it's lookin
They want gems, I mine deep, this ain't surface talk
Scribbling scriptures in the margin while in the back the serpents mock
As a matter of fact, I'm makin' a plot
To burn up the wax that's makin' them cough
And make em' relax when when the cypher sparks
That blunt lit revelation
(Roll call) Past the blunt, all around the circle
Call that ring of fire
(Roll Call) Now we high, spittin, verses and the
Smoke's the amplifier
(Sound off) elevate these verses
Till it echoes through the heavens
(Sound off) verbal war drums
Beatin' no half-measure weapons
A sound off, shoot a round off
Droppin' more weight than a fat dude
Tryin' to shave a pound off
You fuckers sound soft, watch you birds bounce off
Leavin' with them dudes blazin' and smokin' an ounce off
A heavy hitter, you little critters
Could never get with us, you get the jitters
And wither away from venom spitters
I'm ready to smoke up, Loc up all day
You want the life and keep goin' at it the wrong way
I got a playmate, homie, but hey, wait
Vacate the stage, cause your flow is a day late
I flip styles, you flip burgers