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Tell 'em

You abou' to come through right

(Yeah, don't stress it)

You about to come through

(I got this check this out man)

You ain't gonna front on me

(I ain't gonna front on niggas man)

Make sure man, I'm tellin' you right now

(Check this out, what I'm about to do right now)

You gonna kick it word up, ha

Personal ggats I gots about 11

Without weapons I swing more bats than K7

Plus, I'm soup like Campbell without heaven

Some rappers pack great big guns like Frank Drebbin

In this century

I uphold the crown for bringin' flavor in ya ear

Plus I'm gettin' down

I maneuver techniques for species of all kinds

The third, yours and mine, introduction is in full effect

I come with the mothership and some other shit

Yeah all the way live like a concert

The most respected brother, puttin' in some work

Yeah, if you got a crew you better tell 'em

E kicks rhymes from the cerebellum

Don't slip or you won't be around next year

Well heres a little something that needs to be heard, slick rick

Check the poetry in motion from this bom bazi smokin'

Bitch that get you open, it's mess if you tangle with my tresses

'Cause I posses gifts thats wickeder than hexas

That explode on the scene be all means, I be flushing MC's like Queens

And none of ya'll can see me, got more boom bom than Manzini

Your style is strickly primi and I stomp with the big dogs

Off the wall with a crew that rough enough to rush Limbaugh

We stay, strapped, part of packed pistol posse

I represent through mind soul and body

In any form I'm doin' work over beat breaks

Now even cheap skates is peepin' my tape release date

Word born, I'm comin' in like a swarm

Then I'm gone before you can ring the alarm

Yeah, if you got a crew you better tell 'em

E kicks rhymes from the cerebellum

Don't slip or you won't be around next year

Well, here's a little something that needs to be heard, slick rick

A-yo catch this word bubonic plaque

In your head back chest arms and legs

When I'm coming through grab your cranium for ultimatum

Punk I faze them subterranium

My subliminals mix with criminal chemicals

Got more milk than sylabals then alphabet cereal

Place your bet and your whole entourage will get wet

That's a promise 'cause the squad don't make threats

I'm a, graceful poet with some distic ballistics

Above and beyond all that other bullshit

Linguistics will bless a anticeptive, nerve wreckin'

Conceptive or consistent contestant

My deviant deliverance be leavin'

MC's in the state of malmet depressive

(Word up)

Damaging your medulla, cerebrum and cerebellum

You got a crew you better

Tell 'em

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