it s a long piece of cord inpregnated with gun powder

when you strike a match and light it

it burns fitfullysputteringly to it s end

at which there is a little surprise

kryptonshort suit emcees you ll be ripped on

you fell off and it s my lyric sheet you just slipped on

get gonespit on mic s made in hong kong

rock onsing songswe re mightier than king kong

a donkeyyou think you want me or want this

want somehold your reputation for ransom

with these herehandsomely crafted tactics

to break a snake and see like a cheap profilactic

galacticspace nowyeah that grabs attention

crackheads nodded like a pest can t even mention

right a pest traps gas tracks in sections

kid steps thishe needs witness protection

trying to see while i

can you see it

i ll be here

trying to see while i

can you see it

i ll be here

it was the junkyard crooked letter c-i-entific

duck usthe ruckus i ll bring stings your eardrum

hear oneloosefind me fearsome

opposing troops on my home front shall be gone

testing the eight-hundred eighteenth batallion

shall i go oncruise run like rebels

enola gay rhymes kicked the notch up a level

in intesitysend back attacks that you sent to me

blow up your spot with grenades that were meant for me

mp3 versus r33 emcees

swiss cheese your gear putting shrapnel in the breeze

we re lead emcees with enemy companies

with my hand full of lyrics talking bout you want these

pleasedon t even speak the name of channels

and low gadget mic shitput it down like pens

for my friends and my fam

let them dodge it around

this mic shot through the back of an emcee s hand

with the strength that he had a bridge

you don t want thatclose body fields in hand to hand combat

battle catsit s like the sectional speech warfare wordsslash cords

p4a lyrical shots get ripped

don t question my intention when your butt gets kicked

trying to see while i

can you see it

i ll be here

tech broke italic syllabalic attacks

trying to see while i

can you see it

i ll be here

you want these emcees lyrically back smacks

why waiti didn t look down myself

trying to see while i

can you see it

i ll be here

you want these emcees lyrically back smacks

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