I listen to rhymes and beats in the waves of the spine
 to the brain
 relievin' pain & anguish
 the stangest arrays make me sway and make my day brighta
 the hip hop envia.
 write arrive a little soona
 check the soles on my Pumas
 my attitude is miserable
 cause in my mind I'm sayin' here's a fool I don't like
 I won't strike his ass in the face
 I'm blastin' the bass in my headphones
 a fool don't have to get his head flown
 why waste time with rhymes?
 I get straight to the point
 like I HATE when funk's in the joint
 the hip hop is playin'
 sprintin' in to spray men
 don't threaten me
 or you won't be able to see
 when I gouge ya eyes out
 I despise doubt
 on your part
 like I won't stab you in your heart
 my flow is drastic
 serious, sarcastic
 my motto is,
 "Phuck with me & get your ass kicked."
 And that's the key to understandin' me
 and if they cool then the foot is what you'll be brandin', B
 yeah...
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 "Check It ooooout!" (Repeat)
 I love to peep a rhyme
 first of all I'm seein' if my man can keep the time
 if he go off beat, and it's on purpose
 he gotta come back on the beat
 or the effort is worthless
 I like ot hear a cool flow
 but if it's identical to another, he a fool for it
 ya gotta build,
 upon skills
 and all that copy that most popular rapper shit can get killed
 I like a nigga who is quick witted
 cause it make me feel like I do, when I come from where my dick
 splitted
 and I admit it, it's a joy
 when I hear a nigga avoid the wack and make 'em paranoid
 I loves niggas who talk shit
 cause that's my department
 I got somethin' for anyone who starts shit
 cause I'm relentless
 with a sentence
 a jail sentence, after I beat you senseless
 I like niggas when they add rhymes, mad rhymes
 then I laugh at niggas who fell off and had rhymes
 just some descriptions of what I like to listen to
 with my Bruce Banner scanner point of view... ('Pe-urnnnn')
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 Now I'm bout to clown a bitch
 she made my eyebrows twitch
 cause she's rich
 yeah, real funny
 she makes some money
 for puttin' other niggas down
 you nuthin' but a clown
 you can't write
 and you're not bright
 you fail to notice the dopeness
 cause you have no insight
 you need to quit
 you ain't shit
 you need to get a lesson, in hip hop detection
 and you're next in my list to jack
 it's a fact not fiction
 bitch, stop ya bitchin'
 you write articles
 I'ma rip apart ya skull
 cause ya dull
 not entertainin'
 I'ma put ya brain in orbit
 cause I'm morbid
 thinkin' a new ways to kill ya
 and yo,
 I feel ya
 ya too critical
 and ain't got a bit a pull
 just admit it fool
 before we get rid of you
 a rolling stone gathers no moss
 and now who will pay the cost
 and afterwards get lost
 hit the dirt, before you get hurt
 I eat stupid bitches like you and a rhyme for dessert
 I bet you never get no dick
 you make me so sick
 so my pistol is loaded...
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