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I got a sickly delivery,spit script with misery.
Flip shit so wickedly I may go down in history.
Mentioned in the same breathe as some of the greats.
Become part of the culture like Rakim and Rob Bass.
Or be remembered like Pac, Easy, Biggie, or Pun.
To carry on my legacy even though my life is done.

I might go psycho on the mic so pass the hydro
i know i'm on the ground, It feels like i'm in sky though
my flow is darker then the shadow around the streetlight glow
i got a sick flow and need an instrumental, call the beat maestro
love me or hate me, admit that i'm a beast that wrecks your home
all my rhymes where written in an insanely mythic tome

Get the picture mister? I flip sick scripture.
Sip six fifths of liquor just to be sicker
Clip ya, hit ya, spit hallow tips to split ya.
Roll ya up dip ya, bitch,Grimm's here to get ya.
I blazed ya,"spliffed ya", twisted and lit ya.
Amazed ya, flipped ya,I'm gifted and out wit ya.

-- Thu Apr 07, 2011 10:06 am --

Flow so sick I should be locked up.
Impregnate the beat.I leave the track knocked up
More potent then coke that's been rocked up.
Raise the price of my stock up.
I got the game "behind bars" with no chance of parole
I murder the beat..I kill it with flows.

I sit back n watch fake emcees "syphon" my rhymes like my brains a gas tank,
These lyrical theives get they hands cut off for their crimes in time their eye's blank,/
My words cause enough hurt to insure when a beat drops bodies hit the floor,
My shotty split the door, lift a whore and watch her fall to her death, bury the body on the shore,/
I got bark and bite, split personality fighting each other so my brain sparks n ignites,
You see a bright burning white light when I set off and embark into the night/

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