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It's the Gift, uh-huh

Here to give your mortal mind a lift, uh-huh

Mack rap verbally pimp, uh-huh

Lace another rhythm with my sig-na-ture (the Gift, uh-huh)

It's the Chief, uh-huh

Tearing up the drum and bringing heat, uh-huh

Block shock, thunderous beats, uh-huh

Blazing on your local ghetto street corner (the Chief, uh-huh)



Eyes in my mind, pulse signs in my rhymes

Lines are inclined shine, dine in my shrine

Warring time, mortifying, sauna flying lines

Borderline Einstein, horrifying times

Ordered like slaughter fights for the fight-type

Sure to strike, pouring like water might, I

Smoke like a sack of that northern lights hype

Swerving off a nitro ice-cold quarter pint

Saw the bright light, rappers caught a night-night

Bona fide nice ice, Dolemite type

Sorta like Border Heights, what a sight, yipes

Showing motherfuckers how to hold a mic right

Photo light images Yoda might bite

Soldier-like stripes, word to Spike, build a vice is

Photo volt bright light, hold the funk inside

Glowing like solar kites, sho ya right quite



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Beats to the rhythm, rock raps in the day

Feast on adrenaline, master the way

I'm the verbal hunter going after my prey, they

Running for the highest mountain yelling out "mayday!"

G-A-B, the great annihilator of the way they

Be all on sacred sceptre jocking, like a Pele

Soccer ball, kick em all, drop em in the Bay say

Fatter than your nigga Albert yelling "Hey, hey, hey!"

Putting on apprentices like Brandy did Ray J

Shutting down your business like 15-80K day

If you ain't efficient you'll be all up in a melee

Gab'll bring the [??]-ness of the sun into your grey day

Take your AK, put it in a little tray

Lay it underneath the surface of the earth and let it stay way

Out of sight and mind so you can focus on your time in climbing

Rhyming, hey that beat like grime and shining be my pay day



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Slick-slippery, quick ripping these, shift physically

Drift with a kick kicking me

Hickory dickory, emcees are sick of me

Zen trickery, get the gist, sent wizardry

Split-lickety, spit it could be lit

Like this, into me, it is a secret

Emcees pretend to be kin to the Gift

I'm mentally shitting the wisdom of centuries

Wit, go on like a centipede's length

Rappers want flames, man, I injure these shrimps

Skew em on the barb' with some hickory chips

I'm a level higher than the intermediate

Rappers, I don't care about your gender, descent

Background, police records, history, rent

Unpaid evictions, charge penalties sent

Merciless in battle leaving enemies bent, it's the Gift!



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