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I slice through emcees nigga call me tha butcher/
i got all deez niggaz punk'd like they met Ashton Kutcher/
i write 16's faster than the road runner bookin/
and i may not be The Rock but I'll make ya smell whut I'm cookin/
My rhymes are sumthin Sirius but wit a different spelling/
the presence of Tony Montana but you won't catch me yelling/
But I'll keep this flow short sumthin like Danny Devito/
and I can't be stopped even if you serve me a veto/
Call me Mr. Fix-It cuz you got treated like a tool/
ur a fool/ you look dumber than a drunk Paula Abdul

i got all deez niggaz punk'd like they met Ashton Kutcher/
^^^ ... BOiiii

anyone who step to me's-gettin-hit, so the prerequisite, bitch is to be-pessimist//
its Pre-reckin-shit packin heat-steppin-quick cloaked in smoke screens-yes-its-him//
im a perfectionist, no weakness as you read this thats what the first-lesson-is//
im like kurse-stressin-kids that are jelous of real talent, so im sendin the worst-messages//
written in blood on the-ancient-parchments, lettin a hater know ill deface-his-marksmen//
fuck soldiars im creatin-seargents, enemies fall when three-mages-spark-em//

im a perfectionist, precise? yes it is, good guessing kids im the best at this, step back quick, I got more text ta spit off the dome then the rest ya write on the microphone im the fucking shit, split any simple emcee with an arsenal of rhymes when i start to flow this time give me props i dont feel these kiddies drops, not at all I'm complexity fit to kill the rest of these so called emcees intellectually superior from all these gs, who are lieng to me, they came from nothing like the fucking 13 colonies, i came from nothing to something like fabolous, call me a turtle i snap like this, turn the world into a vertical slope as all these fags alope on their down fall..thats all..

complexity spittin restlessly always ready to rip the next-emcee//
i notice kids gawkin at the lines i endlessly bless-wit-ease//
im flexin-these lyrical muscles like wwe's edge-n-T//
ill sketch-a-free so phat itll stretch-the-seams of listeners fresh-new-jeans//
when precise take aim, be sure that the shot'll-hit//
my mottow-is to go full speed with a broken-throttle-gripped..
my creativity never end like your girls throat-n-tonsils-bitch.. yes its bottomless// lol

more "logical" than lady haz's spit,
too "hot" to leave kids brains "sizz",
so quick to flip shit don't think a mic could handle this,
Lawgix, V.I. Full TILT up in this
"rub" us the wrong way, we'll leave u feelin the real friction

Grease On ya Head Boiii With Dat "Steel-Pick-in"
This Lyk I-O Foods Make a "Meal Out Cliquez Kid"/
i Dont Repp Tha Net Lyk Baskit Ball Playaz
Gotta Field Fulla Dick Ridahs i'll Tackle Yall Hatahz/
Fire Shit Tha Chrome Will Throw Split Cha Wigg
Brain Tissue Lef into Single Chromozones../
Go Against Hazard Dood Dats a Lame Choice
Cus i'll Turn Ya Veiw Black With a Button Lyk Game Boy/

lame-toys..fuck a game-boy, faggot im tha DS.. yes main-choice//
speak with a slang-voice, flip to austrailia n "me blade-sloice"//
ill TICKLE youre girls tonsils with ice cream ripple-n-more-loads//
in haz's 4th line ya find him switchin-ta-whore-mode//
its Haz-tha-perv-raper, wrote that line.. THEN decided to add-tha-word-"hater"//
shit we know ya love gays but restrain-ya-passion//
before you get arrested n are detained-n-thrashin//

Insane-n-Active I Refraim-From-Smashin Immediately
Seemingly Ive Succeeded Increasein Tha
Treatment
OverDose 2 Tha Point of a Comatose Bust
His head
2 Tha White Make 'Em Look Like He Coked-His-Nose

Even If U Nice With Keys I Got Heavy Weight Titlez
Packin Enough Fire To Set Semis , K's, Rifles/
You Got a Terror Squad? U Aint Remy Dey Dont Lyk U,
i'll Blast ya Brainz To Nex Friday Lyk Ice Cube/
Haz Da Cheff i'll Slice n Dice Ya Life Till U
Veiw'd As Food On Micz Exclude Ya Type.(Biters)/
Talkin Bout U Bin Behind Bars Maaad Niggah Only
CYPHERZ/

If I tell ya'll one thang then it's got to be this//
You ain't seen a specialist as fresh as I'm is//
and I'm that kid that'll make my abilities felt//
that's why I keep the gun on my waist like a utility belt//
You ain't coming to fight, you should run for you life//
cause I'm someone that might just pull a gun or a knife//
I'm done with the nice, put you under the earth and buried//
I'm saying fuck you though the words may vary//
Throwing fits when he sees his chick with Tha Mercenary//
cause I'm closer to that bitch than the purse she carry......fatherfucker!//

ayo you want me to hook you up wita avatar?

*edit* no freeposting in cyphers, RHYME IT BITCH hahaha - PrecisE

Call Me A QauterBack Cuz Man I'll Tackle A Track,
Rip Through Any Wack bitch Who Wants To Grapple This Cat//
As A Matter Of Fact, I'm A Master At That//
My Flow Like A Tsunami Bringing this disaster Back//

soon as ya mention "cypher" i get faster-in-chat
my lyrics flow like jesus is helpin me, im a pastor-in-fact
everyone is an exact clone of each other, yet sayin "pff im badder-then-that"
rappers keep commin outa molds, n are only "hard" when the "plaster-is-cassed"
i always-be-spittin-full, when kids get on stage they all-aint-original
people talk beef but i stand tough, im still a bull, rappin n fillin hall-ways-wit-syllables

ayo i solve problems quick like a mathematicion
with guns that will blast ur vision
make u disapear quicker than a fast magician
make u think twice about ur religion,having u scared shittin like pegion
but homie if u cant take the heat get up outta the kitchen
cuz listen,them hallows burn too the 3rd degree when u feeling them hittin
im stackin ammunition just for the niggas that snitchin
by brain is twisted off the henny im sippin and its gettin me more lifted of this budd that im piffing