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LYRICS:
Here I am on a quest for the jam,
with a plan to slam, boom, bap, bam and ban
All the stupid ass wackness, past-tense to fragments,
blastin' out the mouth, commence lyrical stabbin'
Back when I came around, you people didn't get it, but right now I'm on a mission
Won't stop until you get it, gotta' give it all I got to give it, spit it over the rhythm
I'm keepin' it goin', keepin' it rippin', tryin to make 'em listen
Yeah, it's like that, kid, don't fight back
Everything I write is raw and you don't like that
Well, if you're feelin' lucky, try to rush me, bust me
Kid, I'll carve you like a turkey, use a mic as stuffing
Crushing, busting, leaving with a smile
on my face 'cause I got the crowd hype and wild
In a jealous rage because I cave and deprave
all the played out bullshit you and your clique made
Bitch-made, yeah, that's what you are
I've come way too far to burn out like a star
kid, I'm like a galaxy, don't even try to battle me
I'm sick and wickedly twisted, rippin' up naturally
I can spot a fallacy in every web you spin,
Spun around, saw the grin, ready for action
Hoppin' a back fence, feelin' tense, I bent
a whole slew of motherfuckers and that shit was intense
but now I got a mob chasin' me 'round town
Looks like friends and family are tryin' to get down
But I'm down for whatever, no matter the weather, turn around
Zues thunderbolt, dismember and sever, BLAOW
Well it looks like another day in the life, you know,
Read a little bit, make beats, write
right, yeah, that's how it goes,
Don't make no money, but my style is pro
and I suppose that I may, someday, who knows
I don't know, but whatever fuck it, proceed, go
Back down, no I never will, keepin' the flow
I'll smack down any clown I perceive as a foe
Oh no, tell me, when will it end?
Better hope you're a friend 'cause I'm nice with the pen
You thought you could fend for yourself, but then
I spit a rap and broke you in half at the stem
Master them untill they crash at last
I blast past with bucket of nuggets and fast cash
Then I dash on a board, with four wheels, of course
And I'll slam a pop-shuvit with that massive force
I take it I drop it, I got it per capita, checkin' a matter of mind static
rabidly attackin' a beat from loose leaf
I'm takin' a minute to grip, rip it, keepin' it flippin', sick, twisted
Stop it and drop it, shit's weak x2
Hey, chief, how 'boutchu break out
Break through that window, man you got it no doubt
it's all about the view, right? Do whatchu' gotta' do, right?
Either that, or just live it in the minute, get wicked tonight
Who might write about a diabolical topic?
Anatomical bombin' of that economical vomit
I chronicle volatile commentary, momentarily comical,
illogical prodigal stompin' with philosophical
thought -- I've been taught, trained in lyrical mastery
Add another bar, further the lyrical masterpiece
Everybody knows that I be lyrically blastin' these
whack-ass crab MCs, you can't match half of these
rhymes, Yeah, you know that it's true
you just mad that when I rap, the people stop lookin' at you
and if you're thinkin' of tryin' to get through my lyrical kung fu
Sorry dude, you'll be lickin' my shoe before your track's cued
Excuse me, I bruise these whack-ass motherfuckers like Bruce Lee
Them floosies like, "who's he? His style be so amusing!"
Well, I'm cruising on my Santa Cruz, rollin' through Muddy Waters playin' the blues
and you know that I don't wanna' break bad news,
but I'm never caught losin' 'cause I got nothin' to lose