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letra de penned secretions - ytcracker

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i’m reminiscing of the last time i [?]
transition attacking newbies with the war of attrition
civil war, civility, hampering my ability
to get diabolical and bring sk!ll against thee

all these other so-called emcees so they dropping knowledge
come about see they are community college
my sh-t is stanford, yeah, harvard, princeton: ivy league
dougie houser, sean power, interest quality

since the day i was conceived in the image of my messiah
i’ve been rocking just providing you with what you require
bringing message like a squire, another emcee dire
striking fear into the hearts of emcees making them retire

force your pension plans early watch me steal your girly
slap you fast like larry, moe, and curly
in case you didn’t notice my jokers joke preach way above most people’s reach

i don’t rap about smoking or the bubonic chronic
because rhymes like that are just straight moronic
the reality i don’t talk about outfoxing others
rather sit outside your house and outfox your mothers

all the sits in this city remain to sit pretty
compared to you my equanimity is real is real itsy-bitsy
but i could care less because i’m a true malefactor
in prison i get mowed over by a trailer tractor

still claim i’m a thug cause i’ve done illegal actions
just don’t claim that i’m a member of opposing factions
midlife wil probably get me shot anyhow
but i run like a b-tch want to hear the first kablaugh

[303infinity]
better than
while i raised my lyrical weapon
you stepped in
just like debit, i’m checking

[ytcracker]
and i chase it
in the darkness of my bas-m-nt
my journals filling up with mistakes i made encased in

[303infinity]
parallel
while poetically ventured
secrete from my pen now
past and present you believe in the end now
watch me get in on the dj who spins now

[ytcracker]
i murder more on the mic than the streets have
i produce more bumping goods than a meth lab
i hit more keys than the c0ke-slingers even see me
only colors i respect are white, black, and green

my styles might have you throwing tapes out of moving cars
my flows might have you thinking that i’m a r-t-rd
my looks might have you ripping down mirrors in your apartment
but game is so fat that you think my name is cartman

- ytcracker

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