Microphone fiend I’m dope no rehab°
Aint had dope in a while you bout to relapse°
I supply raw lines, givin out nose bleeds°
Some of y'all need it I see a lot of cloning°
I’m so high I use the moon to flick my ash out°
High off life, I’ma cop till I cash out°
Say it with your chest out show me that you mean it°
A lot of shit I’m hearin now days I don’t believe it°
Heads in the clouds so I speak with the thunder°
Drop heavy shit you can feel the ground rumble°
Spit monkey bars this is far from a play ground°
Beast on beats animal don’t play round°
Wild as a stray bullet head huntin guillotine°
When I grip the mic guarantee I’ll have you seeing things°
Timothy Leary on microphone devices°
Don’t want the crown but you can call me your highness°
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I keep on banging like a hype in the basement°
Got you running hard but I'm creeping like Jason°
Talk mad loud but you ain't sayin to much°
That's why I hate y'all nigga's like the Ku Klux°
Can't stand ignorance unless its done tastefully°
Half of y'all soft like bakery's pastries°
Used to rock cornrows till I started baldin°
Never catch me wearing pants looking like they falling°
Got my own style on the Mic and in real life°
Hot coals is what walking in my shoes feel like°
Life riding me so I guess I'm bout to come up°
Hand cuff ya hoe, I swing wood like a nun-chucks°
Gotta stay strapped and I'm talking bout the latex°
Don't need another hand digging in my pay check°
Work like a slave till I'm living like a king°
Bring heat so I'm bout to get a ring with the team°
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Most of y'all wack and ya rhymes sound basic°
Me in the studio is something like a rape kit°
Pussy ass niggas actin hard like a dildo°
Teeth to the curb kick ya head with a steel toe°
That's what my rhymes like, say it ain't so°
Grew up in El Paso, wit G's and the Vatos°
Schizophrenic mind-state antisocial°
Try to test the skill and I'll turn you into roach food°
Lyrically roast you, flow volcanic°
Can't deny the fact that my rhymes worth mansions°
Ali trash talk, I can back it up tho°
Verse comes heavy like a heard of hungry buffalo°
Locomotive momentum when I hit the track up°
Stay out of my lane or get hit wit a mac truck°
Emcee cannibal, Hannibal, animal°
Careful when you gamble with human paranormal°
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