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By my wisdom when I pop you snap and crackle//
And I dont lie when i william tell ya adams apple//
Yes I'm too violent when fighting//
And too psycho when writing//
So I'd rather be on fire come equipt with the lighting//
Spitting quick like its lightening and im swift when i'm writing//
You see no end to the fright when I sence the end of your life//
With the blade in my right and ya neck next to the end of my knife//
That in it self is a fight, will the fame be worth it//
I'm a lyrical warrior, s dot is the purest//
Everything I'm enduring is just reassuring//
That when the bell rings and the closing curtains jerking//
That ill be certain ill leave your carreer hurting//
You'll be in chains and shackles//
I'll rearrange ya back mold//
I'm insane with rap flows//
But i still maintain the tactacle abilities//
That smash mathmatical facilities//
An actual epitomy//
Brought back in this factual vacinity//
Your wack flows aint hittin me//
The tire tracks are missin see//
But i still ran you over//
I'm a militant soldier//
With two huge boulders//
That i carry upon the top of my shoulder//
Than there rocks once exploded//
Till the cops come, i'm still holding//
Sawnoff shotguns, I'm reloading//
And i'm not done I told ya//
I'm not drunk, I'm sober//
And no chump son, I'm a lyrical warrior//