Crib notes fell out of your pocket  speedwalking from lost battles
 Your soul fled the spot  but physical caught in shackles
 Poison in your apple  turn your princess to my mistress
 Verbal fitness landing where my fist is
 Your only witness was blinded with alert
 With the verse I make the world orbit in reverse
 You run fast when your eyes catch me taking off my pen cap
 Drill a hole in your middle and place your skin on a coat rack
 Release spit fire, unleash causes decease
 Cut out your own Adam's Apple and feed it to Eve
 As MC, Im reaching higher than THC
 Blood levels in devils and crack fiends on drug scenes
 Chattering knees slowly collapse as you rest
 You freezing at 90 degrees, but see me in sweat
 Your skills are in debt by my presence you start stuttering
 Use your last breath and say Instingt while muttering

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 I try, but I fail, and times will prevail
 all my problems through the Trials and Tribulations
 Situations tell the tail, but I'm tipping the scale,
 bidding farewell to all the Trials and Tribulations

 My manifestation be the cause of cancellation, underachievers be facing
 The penetration, while the impatient begins their pacing
 On a daily basis, "Style", I'm hearing basics, "While"
 You keep rehearsing your versatile sound,
 I'm stomping through the underground
 At profound speeds,
 leaving the quaterbacks receiving sacks when the present MC lacks
 The opportunity to lock shit down like Steve Sax,
 your third eye gets cataracts when my forth eye attacks
 "Your counteracts" Cause you're bound to be wack,
 and I'm talently stacked
 Imitations be changing when I challenge three packs
 "The wannabee macks"
 Split chromosones while my ribosomes
 Attack immune systems with tighter grips to hold their own
 Radiation's be blazing, damaging ozones
 And I'm not just saying I'm the illest, I'll carve it in stone
 To prolong my stay at home, then my dome
 Leaves my follicles thrown,
 when my knowledge is grown from parts unknown, the...
 Spectators be impressed, therfore my celly gets stressed
 With reputations like Elliot Ness,
 relieved by bunning the non-delicate cess,
 travelling throughout my chest
 Unravelling talent within
 Distracting my vision
 Taking control of my system, not double digits,
 I kicked 187 words of wisdom
 So check the message I'm listing
 Styles are persistent,
 lines keep a crowd vibrating during the intermission
 While the other acts are switching
 My coalition will cold crush ya', microphone touchers
 Kicking straight lyrics while you're bisexual like Usher
 Then we'll rush ya', eliminating wackness from the T dot
 And my rhymes are so sick my mic needs a Hepatitis B shot...cause

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