Well all I've got is my tonguenAn esophagus and two lungsnSkeletal system plus muscle tissue and I'm donenI'm through, I'm finished feeding frivolous thoughtsnTo my overtaxed central nervous system stretched tautnTighter than a tiger's toothnTucked into a pale facenHunter from a foreign landnStrapped with just case after casenOf ammunition and litigational researchnSearch again my friend I just can't be hurtnnYou can wreck my spirit and kill my soulnBut then I'll check my spirit then spill my soulnAnd when I pick it up you better go go gonCause you never know when you're gonna comenIn contact with a rappernWho can't afford to keep the crappernStocked with rock peppernI ain't talking about that yellow pepper, red pepper, green peppernAll the same paper, peoplenPut your fuckin' brain in the mixnJust askin' for about five minutesnto hit you with the b-b-b-beatbox shitnBut I'm only flesh and blood and bones and balls and skinnand hair and white cell waterfallsnnYeah, this invader's a nuisancenDermato fibro sarcoma protuberancennMan fuck it, I'm payin' this dude to cut itnAnd I hope he cuts deepnCause I got fat scars to beatnJust a needle in the back, it's back to businessn9 to 5 service, sacrificennWitness this, witness thatnAn MC who's not afraid to spit backnWitness this, witness thatnAn MC who lays it down man just like thatnnWitness this, witness thatnAn MC who's not afraid to spit backnWitness this, witness thatnAn MC who lays it down man just like thatnnnWell I've been waitin' a long timenJust to get this off my mindnRhymes stuck in my throat likenWarm milk in seven ninennFind new new woman's waist to intertwinenAnd find my body with the best linesnCut from the script of good timesnTake that as a sign like the artistnTimes change now the softest MC's hardestnOn me, the AHP?nnWe doubt regardlessnThat what we feel fuels flows that regard usnnSay that bitchnAnd then you close and you switchnConfessionsnSpeaking of confession with your priest-like shitnI just can't compete with thisnDon't even seek thisnTry to beat thisnWell stop tryinnTwenty hail marys and a splash of holy waternWon't save you from the Eastlake-stalking firestarternnIt's hard tonAdmit the way I flow this vibe at younLodges if you try to grab itnBut it dodges yannYou rappers fill your flows with hodgepodgenSpice it up with sewagenRhymes so old you need embalming fluidsnWho is the do-do-do thisnDo-do-do delivering diatribes mockingnMile high piles of MCs comitting suicidennA bunch of illiterate, innocent, and insignificant little foolsnWho could fail to, fail to, fail to man they fail tonnWitness this, witness thatnAn MC who's not afraid to spit backnWitness this, witness thatnAn MC who lays it down man just like thatnnWitness this, witness thatnAn MC who's not afraid to spit backnWitness this, witness thatnAn MC who lays it down man just like thatnnLike that.nAn MC who lays it down man just like that.
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