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born, raised, corns what i eat when i graze
served to me on gold trays
sip grape haze, sunny days, ocean waves
always with a bird on those days
in the cantina with a canteen of green
yea, me and my team they think we from queens
evisu jeans, white nikes with white wings
if the recoil springs, the snake bite stings
bow before what the great light brings
lightning makes the sky look stripe-pinned
cranial capacity 2500 cc, you could rap but you can’t see me
my emotions echo, i let go into the threshold
i grin, my limbs get cold
death to any and all who disrespect lyrical law
that’s the main motor jaw protocol
here’s my software load it all
questions? anytime after 11:34’s good to call
the graveyard watch, i still believe in hip hop
it’s just changed so much that it’s not…
the same, i ask myself, “am i still germaine?”
le’s not go through that again
the name can-i-bus, my music career seems stuck
but i’m the only one it can trust, shut up let me buss
rhymes will engulf the sun, which in turn will engulf us
i called because, i had to tell you
what to do when your resources fail you
banned from the internet, can’t e-mail you
i put it in a rhyme, the details’ll scare you
iq boosters for ipod computers
my job is to preserve yours and my future
special ops day, fast rope out of an osprey
i got mustard wings the odd way
with god’s grace, i served hip hop and was not replaced
at least not to my face
now i’m all alone, drinkin’ patron
from a bowl shaped like skull and bones
your man not home, leave a message after the tone
don’t call back until you m-ssacre a poem
i exhale weed smoke, build a dream boat in the placebo
with captain nemo and three hoes
fine little fraulein’, soon she’ll be all mine
i pour wine to shorten the fourplay time
she turned to me slow like, “honey, where will we go?”
i proposed it was best she didn’t know
verbal psycho-neural, she said, “i never heard of you
your words are purposeful, i might learn a few”
special collection service, track down every beat purchased
researchers read my incomplete verses
the verses were first-string, left wing, second wind and combined, created a third thing
my heartbeat ends when the devil and god become friends
the hip hop tribunal will begin
cry for the crisis negotiator codename major omega, crisis situation in the bodega
gun bolt long as a trombone, the weapon itself big as mutombo, them n-gg-s was humble
practical things like tactical slings, lbv retractable springs
d-rings pinch my clavicle skin
stay in the underground bases, excuse the decor
everybody leave your body armor at the door!
i drop rhymes like rockslides, the seismic size compromise lives but not mine
i find time to regroup and switch suits
while they shoot from a stone-proof booth with no roof
my flow is the truth, a hip hop glucose boost
and everybody else know it too
step forward touch the speaker, activate the dna reader
looks like we got us a tweaker
atomic, ganglionic, chronic, microphone hydroponics
with incompetent psycho content
the lone inventor, the experimenter of a scientific splendor
that will always be remembered

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