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Ahh, check it out
Style like somethin the microphone fiend would spark
Sort of reminiscing, of how it used to go down in the parks
Equipment ropped off, you can hear the vagas echo for miles and breath
Bass pounds the asphalt
Thunder vibration shake like a tremble from a earthquake and
O.C. a classic in the making, mental make thoughts
My physical form words
Hot in my mouth like a joust, no doubt
Some a phenomenon, mic technician, electrician
Spit the mic down the middle like an El Producto
And throughout the resin, then asapoltin this shit
Gift to gather a rhyme, make rap a stared son
The way I do this, switch up the fluid
So smooth you wanna persuie it
Im raw like underground sewage you
This shit for insight?
Well Im back, never was gone
What I right, be tighter than pin stripes
Born by mob boss, my flause in affect on the mic
Keep it tight, with out a fight is raw, its only right
I know its hot, we hot too
You ready to throw down, we ready to have a party
So if ya ready to have a party, make some noise
Any mic I hold it in the grip of my palm
I wave it over the crowd
Dictatin shit like Genghis Khan
Nonchalantly deliver the flow like drug traffic schoolin
Bringin samatics to this rap shit
Bonafied, mic set you cant see me on it
Master the art, so now I just flaunt it
Born to live, a life and die until then
Imma keep on writin the slick rhymes with the pen
Take the cherry from a tree, like a virgin havin innocence
Bust my nuts, bringin rhymes to live like Genesis
But critical renaissance in death theres a flautless
Tearin shit up when it comes to me pickin up a cordless
One of New Yorks finest, on this trip I co-incide with B Minus
Bringin out the best in me, we formulatin like a recipe
What I implore, will show nuff disto my presence
Then Im divine like the seven
Keepin it tight cuz what safice is raw nigga, its only right
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One, two, huh and you dont stop
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Microphones I melt down, slap crowns, push em out of bounds
Crush ya crowd, as I lay my third verse down
Because, this is what I want, to gain control of that position
Its only right, that I follow through competition
Be warning me, homicide rhymes or mad rounds
To get flass or pencil hurt, battin me down
Contents flex text expert, since my born date
51371 like a stick bin, injection
Inside ya blood stream, digest what I manifest
O.C., you best by me, others are mediocre like
I slam the earth like a meteor right
Cuz Imma take mine, leavin you face down in the puddle
Blow up like a shuttle, when I give you my rebuttle
Frame of mind, across state lines
Await the taste, me like fine wines from Avidian
For those who wanna select cyphers to cyphers stash
Straight up, I dont rhyme for niggas
I prove myself, stylin for years on the mic
On another level of being
Whats the B Minus? Its only right
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