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Hush-hush pooh-putts, I lay ya like sheet rock

He thought he'd rock me, what a peacock

You ( ? ) creampuff cornpie

I'd get a million for my rhymes if I took em to a pawnshop

A musical menace, in awareness I make slammin hits

I got flavor more than a banana split

Prepare yourself for a hip-hop, a knock, a blast

A hitman for hire by the name of Lak Shabazz

I elevate till I raise the roof

Girls get naked and give me their bathing suits

Like a magnet I cling to the mic, I don't swing a knife

I'm like GE, I 'bring good things to life'

One of the chosen few holding you under siege

Wanna bleed, I treat you like weed and a fonto leaf

Roll ya, smoke ya, you should hold ya breath

I see smoke comin out your ears from the notes of def



It ain't nothin like ( ? ) listenin to a serious saxophone

That cracks the dome open wide

To a smooth sound, who's bound to do now

Not too many, I see a lot of them go and hide

The subject is that I must get

Hype, this is a chain, a connnection of ruffnecks

You're weak and not wise, you move counterclock-wise

You should know that I swap flies

The microphone gets clutched like a turning kit

Gimme a scratch, watch me burn a bit

Yo, I hold information like a microchip

I'm rough and rugged, I might as well go head and flip

Into a lyrical round-off

All I hear in my ear is that they love the way it sounds off

The way I beat on a rap was quite brutal

I make em completely ineffective, futile

Rhymes I could rock, I'm in a good spot

I turn sell out crowds and pack em in like Woodstock

Been a long time since you heard a rhyme like mine

You're impatiently waiting for the punchline

But it won't come till I'm done, so beware, son

My vocals are deadly, most get scared and run

For reinforcements, I'll enforce this

Law of how to get raw, watch my force rip

Take a sip, the beats'll hit you

Here's a chance to dance, now may the force be with you

Rhymes ( ? ) like kerosine

You ride my saddle, you wanna battle, you get creamed

You better quit I don't think you can deal with

I was made mentally, physically fit

To take heads, cold rip to shreads

Call on the coastguard, I rip the feds

45 King is in the effect mood

He'll produce and get loose with a correct groove

You need to back off, you can't hang with us

We're not dope, we're more like angel dust

The earth is mine, every square mile of it

You miss the flavor, got piles of it

I drew my path for those that follow it

My impact is like that of a hollow tip

I'll arrange the style, don't change the dial

I'm refined with the rhyme that'll make you smile

Cee Just remain serious, no time to play

Stay still, nobody move, watch him display

Talents and techniques as I speak, the weak

Freak cause I'm sleak and unique

Horns are horny, the snare drum makes some retreat

Cee Just on the cut and the King's on the beat

My voice is choice from baritone to bassclef

And these are the notes of def