I dictate while most MC s lactate Can t wait for me to smack greats and fuck em till my sack breaks They stand still with a little bit of spittle Drippin off the middle of they lips tryin to light a cigarette And I ma watch em all choke on my vomit Took apartshook up they heartthey died on it And I promiseif you could hide from this monster You d quick tryin to ride on my divide and conquer Some gotta die fore the dumb realize Not everyone can flymost don t have wings Keep takin a napwear a brick for a cap Or get the fuck off the lap before you lose everything I spit shrapnel while the villagers battle Slice deeppullpeeland let the skin unravel We re here to scrape off a layer of your make-up So we can see what a bitch is really made of [ VERSE 2: Brother Ali I step off in your hoola-hoop cypher with my eyes all aglow Walkin tall enough to make your half moon whole You don t need to get duct-taped to the bathroom flo Cause I don t think your shit is flavor - the rats dothough You and your little bitch buddies think you re Thelma and Louise Cause you got a drum machine and you throw jealous to the breeze You need to respect a fuckin legend when he breathes fore you get a K-Swiss logo embedded in your knees Shock the body-bodyrock the consciousness Stagger the imaginationbox your esophagus The paradimeyou stepped past the line And I show you why the masterminds have got a fuckin axe to grind Street magician like David Blaine with these songs Crip-walkin through your mental corridor with metal cleats on Slug got the weed smokeAnt got the beats broke And your fuckin eyebrows might grow backbut your teeth won t Man Speaking You gonna look pretty funny tryin to eat corn on a cob with no fuckin teeth

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