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Speakin' of this art form, the slang is dangerous

MC's are like sperm cells, a gang of us

Fightin' to reach the egg, bikin' and lose a leg

Odds are like one to ten million, the kin thread

One from a thousand speaks in his own voice

The other nine ninety nine, imitates without choice

They never even knowin' it, until the goin' gets rough

See the amplified sample I'm throwin' with

I grab the microphone, the unthinkable happens

See the rockets red glare like the guns when clappin'

They still cage matchin' MC's that's scrappin'

Not the UFC, but my opponent is tappin'

So don't let a little bit of fear turn to hatred

I was sent as a savior to revive what was sacred

Also stop this uncalled for behavior

And sippin' back cats, they lactase in flavor

Got word from the wise to let it drop

Set this on fire, take aim and let it pop

Because regardless to whom or what, even with door shut

I'm givin' 'em straight raw, you bringin' them all cut

Like Bolivian rock, your watered down hip hop

Rap's so out of shape and far from tip top

Pearls next to pebbles, spoons against shovels

Dictators next to rebels and Gods against devils

No time for backwards thinkin', let's think ahead

If you wanna sleep when you awake then make your bed

A lotta MC's came to see me on referrals

Not even knowin' that they would undergo great parrels

These cuttin' edge methods from the most specialized

Faster than the last men, and before the dust'll fly

The lord of the art, strikes a chord in your heart

Your ear love to hear the God, rippin' tracks apart

Me to hip hop is like Einstein to science

A match made in heaven, most likely an alliance

Complex individual that you dream of being

Intellectual challengin', the all eye seein'

Got a appetite for heat

So then come and bite the beat

And digest the rest and don't

Stress the part, it couldn't be

Got word from the wise to let it drop

Set this on fire, take aim and let it pop

Because regardless to whom or what, even with door shut

I'm givin' 'em straight raw, you bringin' them all cut

Like Bolivian rock, your watered down hip hop

Rap's so out of shape and far from tip top

Pearls next to pebbles, spoons against shovels

Dictators next to rebels, and Gods against devils

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