You know I'm ill with it, The real deal, no gimmick
A clear image for other MCs to mimic
Flow wicked from the start to the finish
Like spilled liquid beyond the fill limit
A rhyme rebel, try to climb to my level
Clever with the letters I'm one shot devil
It's magic how I keep it clean, no static
A mic maverick who shines bright, prismatic
I block beef, I got what you need
You want heat? I'll put you on the hot seat
Never stop me, I blast through barricades
Shaking up your frame like a Cali earthquake
The word tweaker, come to spray down your sneakers
The supreme leader of these underground creatures
I keep it deeper and deeper, whether solo or feature
Lacing up tracks like new-bound sneakers
Flow so simplistic its coming out that biscuit
So risk it if you wanna
Lyrically I spray AKs piercing armor
I'm a MC beating MCs with that trauma
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Microphone check, 1, 2, the beat raper
X-ing out you fakers now its time for you to wake up
And listen to this real MC leaving here to shake up
Picked up, going back to you I'm back at it
Who's a rhyme savage?
Spitting with this doom to consume [?]
No need for that practice
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Nothing left but dust, oh but no rust
Oh but I must twist words I cannot bust
Nothing left but dust, oh but no rust
Oh but I must twist words I cannot bust
There's no lyrical duration
No spitting through the visual illustrations
Still dropping notifications
Yeah we got metaphors, f** hallucinations by this foundation
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A verbalization to gain your fascination
With a lyrical infiltration
Now the beat feels a detonation and the aftermath is just devastation
Is that not clear enough?
Illustration to this operation
So there's no need for confrontation
Unless you want to brawl
Help with a total recall
As we constantly hold the whole protocol
Breaking through this mental wall to the pay the price
As we slice with the mic device
Leaving verbal scriptures in ice
Still paying with whatever sacrifice