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Pencil (feat. Masta Killa & RZA)

The echo chamber enhance the flow with the block party

Keep an MC head spinnin' like Dark Bacardi, this BAC is 2.3

Now the liver's damaged, but his lungs are joint free

So inhale, exhale, breathe and get wellKick somethin' live stop chirpin' like Nextel

I'm all in together, a swordsman forever

I paint the town red with many heads are severed

R-A-W, I still bring trouble toThrow your raps in the sleep hold, quick to smother you

Dart hit your breastplate, meet ya death date

Rook down to E4 look, it's checkmate

No other way to describe a catastrophe

The Clan was drawin' blood and displayed it graphically

Direct order, hit the border, then slaughter

Horrific torture by prolific authors

Shape and mold MC's, like I'm playin' the skelly topIt's gettin', Hot In Here

Like the single that Nelly dropped

So take ya clothes off, the track is so soft

A little rock'll turn 'em into Ivan KoloffWhy do the Gods make MC's study from

Thirty five, and fifty year, then try to become

Under the study with the sword above the head

So he would keep in mind under the open pledgeFierce fencing, somethin' so sharp

Piercing, swords cling, the vigilant intimate

Close combat, this is MC'ing at it's best

But there is no contest, sent I'm this

You could never test, this and try to question this

He so gifted with the swiftness, godfather civilization

Shell casin', universal nation

Could he be the one predicted? Presidential sent in

Old school soul to war us, be the growlest

Asiatic arctic flow is so frigidIs it the zig zag? Coming to pay you a visit

Somehow mistake me as an old wise wizard

World, I'm not the same

I go somewhere, don't remember how I cameIs it the weed, the hash or the 'caine?

Or the Digi being stained on my brain?

Appear from a cloud of smoke, the rotor's on choke

If surrounded, seven men drop from one strokeEven if my feet was shackled down and one hand cuffed

To defeat me, ten demon's wouldn't be enough

I sleep in the lion's den without the steel iron

Ascended like Wu, so coming down from Mt. ZionSuperlogical this, superlogical that

Digital, take it back with superlogical rap

Have a shootout at midnight, the let's see who's quicker

Forty four colt jolt, all you seen was the flickerYou distressed like the damsel, lost like little Hansel

Your flame couldn't generate the heat of a candle

Me, I be a Killa Bee, keepin' auxilery

Ol' plated the desert e, shoot ten millime'Faster than millipede, you try to intercede

Your body being found in the naval yard artillery

A black blind governor, a rich white mayor

Man, this whole city ain't got a prayerBobby has invaded, now the whole town's slated

Your decapitated head is being tooken down paraded

Up and down the avenue, I drive a shatterproof

Benz and all my men's are tattle proofMy mic is a dyke, my life is a light

A day to God is a thousand years, how long is a night?

You get trapped in my shadow of dark- hark, who goes there?

Power-U smells like carp, don't put your nose thereDrop you to a tank of sharks, your wound's bleedin'

And it's been two weeks since they had their last feedin'

Ain't nothin' but bones, we plotted the sand

And spread it out, over twenty acres of landSome call me steels, 'cause it's hard to bend me

C-Cypher Pigs can't apprehend me

In a no smokin' zone, I smoke bones of hash

Niggas see me, then I disappear in the flashNext time I'm spotted, I got the fatter wallet

Movin' with a click that stick like dry porrage

Someone's been sittin' in my chair, who goes there?

To sub zero cold, your words can't flow here

Glaciers of ice, plus layers of spice

Say your prayers at night, 'fore you touch that mic

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