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040.

When it come to shells, I disperse more than what’s alotted, not a snitch but the nina a teller, the way she make deposits, that’s hot lead through your neck, legs and chest, the gun get eye shots like a bitch with big breasts, collateral damage ain’t something I believe exists/ I don’t have stray bullets because my bullets don’t miss/ I’m second to none, the young one is blessed, and yeah, I let the name speak for itself, heavenly flow, though the bars known to melt, let it come together, see how them rocks start to swell, and that quickly, those same rocks start to sell, let the shots ring, leave you cracked like the liberty bell, and this ain’t even about gun play when we talk about injuries, because I could hurt your feelings the way you so into me, I’m the reason death meets his quota, practical torture, dispatching in order, the bastards I’m told to, target crucified in the crosshairs, them I’m back to playing wife, I make no apologies, better luck next life.

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039.

The blood at the corners of your mouth has dried, I look deep in your soul and can tell you've lied. the darkest crime at the worst possible time. Resurrected through the grind, we find our own prime. Maybe it was required, maybe it was just fate, possibly a deep hate resounding in your embrace. The certainty replaced with confusion, trust erased, in two short moments, familiar tracks are retraced, and an indescribable nostalgia is created here. Fears disappear and doubts are suddenly cleared, the teardrop evaporated and was replaced with dead cheer. I re-enter the sphere that was once held so dear. The objective was obtained, but doubt will remain, why be mundane though, when uncertainty can be retained. I pledge allegiance to my heart, it's response was chest pain; the truth can only be revealed, when I lost it all again.

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038.

If you down with me then it’s okay to throw the flag up, competition comes to the squad, they get bagged up, black plastic zipped over their body, toe gets tagged up, foes get smacked up, fresh kills from confrontation get tied down, saran wrapped up, heard their lines on Comedy Central, I cracked up, stomach buckled, face hurting from the laugh, knee got smacked up, when it comes to the streets, them fake cats only talk dope inside their raps ya’ll, hard rock rappers that only bust the caps within confines of rap, what’s the haps ya’ll, put the scope on wanna be rhyme kingpin cats, ya’ll off the Rand McNally, erased from the planets long and lat, ya’ll knock down the place, I’ll rebuild and take it back ya’ll, break the rules, I’ll rearrange, restructure and restack ya’ll, any snakes tryna impede better back off, no room in the squad for fake cats and slack offs, we bench press lyrics with the mind using all the weights on the rack; all those with weak minds better retreat to they shacks; all these cats look like they cope with the pipe and chunks off the crack rock, I take some haze to face, commence the blast off then I’m in my zone, ready to knock a few masks off, a new journey embarks ya’ll, then I remain at peace until the next time I’m called to get my spark on.

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037.

If you down with me then it’s okay to throw the flag up, competition comes to the squad, they get bagged up, black plastic zipped over their body, toe gets tagged up, foes get smacked up, fresh kills from confrontation get tied down, saran wrapped up, heard their lines on Comedy Central, I cracked up, stomach buckled, face hurting from the laugh, knee got smacked up, when it comes to the streets, them fake cats only talk dope inside their raps ya’ll, hard rock rappers that only bust the caps within confines of rap, what’s the haps ya’ll, put the scope on wanna be rhyme kingpin cats, ya’ll off the Rand McNally, erased from the planets long and lat, ya’ll knock down the place, I’ll rebuild and take it back ya’ll, break the rules, I’ll rearrange, restructure and restack ya’ll, any snakes tryna impede better back off, no room in the squad for fake cats and slack offs, we bench press lyrics with the mind using all the weights on the rack; all those with weak minds better retreat to they shacks; all these cats look like they cope with the pipe and chunks off the crack rock, I take some haze to face, commence the blast off then I’m in my zone, ready to knock a few masks off, a new journey embarks ya’ll, then I remain at peace until the next time I’m called to get my spark on.

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036.

Take a dance with the devil on a level unreached, my speech creeps over beats and unleashes a beast I'm like a phantom grippin those fuckin handguns, straight ready to explode and throw temper tantrums I'm back in black, packed with heat strapped with 32 like Shaq Divided by a deuce thats 16 to split your team in twos Funny how automatics relate to mathematics when dealing with crews

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035.

On the first day, God said let there be light, with my dutch rolled tight, I sparked, hit it, and watched it burn bright.

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034.

Come to a crossroads in my life - too disoriented to choose Seems that no matter what my option, the only answer's to lose There's such a fog within my head that niggas think my eyes are misty I disappear for months on end, and ain't nobody miss me I'm a statistic, another number adding to the world's equation The way I drag my heels you'd think I was suffering from sedation A Black zombie, a dark mind with black circles under the eyes Brain's like a train wreck, synapses severed as they die A societal puppet, the masses got me by the strings Seems we live in a world where nobody ever really wins Is this what it means to be human? If so, I'd rather be a lemming Instead of living with the pain, I'd jump off a cliff and end it You might think it's nonsense, or I'm just speaking out my rectum I'm just browsing through my head, get random thoughts and select 'em I don't know this verse's purpose or what I wanna get across So I'll just wrap it up here, another 16 to be tossed.

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033.

My punchlines punch minds to slow vital signs; skill's unbelievable like Muslims eatin pork rinds

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032.

Turn away, cause I’m about to murder this track; like a kitten without a voice you ain’t really heard of this cat; I’m a burden at that; cause I’m always kinda ill, and my flow has a sickness; no one at my shows, cause I kill the mic then aim at a witness; nobodys leaving untouched, cause I got a finger for all of you; so good you’ll get slapped like it was Friday and you were at Bros barbeque; I started to varnish you, and finish off the job; but decided to let you live and only crack your jaw; but then you broke it yourself with all of that shit you say; I think all of that dope that you smoked has finally hit your brain; I don’t die, I multiply and manifest like yeast; you tripping if you think you got the best of the beast; you is not a test in the least; it’s time to put a name to the best in the East; this posthumous release will run through your body, then coast through your fleece; rip you apart from head to toes with disease; my words so cold, they’ll leave you froze in the knees; you chose to oppose, so I hosed you with ease.

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031.

Is this just an isolation of my own creation,

a consequence of impatience and irritation,

it’s this painful sensation, like a box surrounds me,

invisibly cutting me off from the world around me,

and I try to summon words to shatter the cage

but they metamorph into ink and splatter on the page.

Instead of thinking clear I start planning an escape route,

envisioning hurting myself as a shock or a way out.

I can’t slay doubt, and my delusions fail to soothe it,

my defenses kidknap my body, render my weapons useless.

I invented these dimensions, but the rationales been stolen,

feeling like when Spiderman’s black suit controlled him.

I’m a hamster running on a trick wheel of ideals,

disconnected from common sense, nothing I can feel.

The way to deal, I hope, hasn’t been obscured,

beyond repair till I just stare away and never stir.

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030.

I don’t even know if I want the dutch or the mic, I smoke so much I might just light the mic like a pipe. I just need one Dutch and about 15 minutes. Loved for her passion, amused by her cynics. Enjoyed for sincerity, approved for her looks, concerned for her own sanity regarding what is put. Confused by my morality, against decisions made, so past may not repeat itself, and pain begins to be replayed. Affection selectively given, chosen to be saved, emotions easily affected, by being once betrayed.

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029.

I’ve left reality, in favor of a galaxy that exists as an art gallery, painted inside my brain as I live inside it cowardly, and outwardly, I become a stumbling, numb robot, and my heart becomes metallic, transformed into a cold spot. Now I’m a machine, high tech designed, and never recognized, friends and family inspect my eyes, and see only empty skies. And I look at my life at risk, I realize what a lie this is, I’m a frog drowning in a pond waiting for the ripest kiss, and the nicest kids become bullied, rotten and forgotten, morphing into slaves picking cotton in a world that suffers too often. I’m not dead, I’m playing possum, and I delve deeper into coma, sniff false aromas made real in my mind like I’m supposed to. Now my life is a fantasy while my body is draped in savagery, a nurse is bandaging my withering hands like packaging, while inside I live lavishly, in my mind I am dancing romantically, but my cold hard body lies dead and drastically. Decomposed, worms ravage me, my atoms flee and my whole soul fills with a cavity, the empty half of me floats away with hollow gravity, but am I truly happily dancing rapidly, if it’s only a crappily constructed dream and not substantially? Realistic as my life’s still happening but I’m not there to flap my wings, is it really happiness if my wings don’t exist? Am I really content if I insist my world is bliss, when in reality we all exist within a world full of shit?

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028.

Feeling this weight on my shoulders, pulling​ me down in the struggle; tension fills my muscles, and I’m scared so I’m forced to hustle; pounds turn to pennies, pennies turn to pounds; I’ll still be making money as it comes in mounds; still be making paper you can hardly count; and if I ain’t makin money, then I ain’t around; working hard, I double dollars then I stand dubiously defiant; realize the fear inside is just another weary giant; topple the fear with my mind not my money so; instead of jack and the bean stalk, I jacked the flow;

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027.

If I were God for a whole day, I’d know that it’s all a lie and wonder why I do my job with a bold face. I cause overcrowding to expand exponentially to poverty’s growth rate. I let rappers enforce oppression while they’re robbed of their own names without realizing they’re being insidiously held hostage with gold chains. I allow men to make the governing rules and silently watch women obey, even if it means having their clitoris clipped like the crotch is a bouquet. I indisputably establish evolution as a legitimate process we both take, and view the irony of men being locked in a box when they “Go ape!”. In my name, armadas take rogue shapes and drop a bomb if it shows strength. I endorse patriotism in clear cut slogans when the promise is opaque, leaving veterans to become vagrants while war profits uphold banks. Whenever someone succeeds, I’m the one “Thank you” they have in common at close range Yet, in all the world’s ills, I’m the accomplice with no thanks. I mean..f I were God for the rest of his life, I’d connect the dots from my wrist to my elbow and end this mess with a knife.

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026.

I’m the modern day Mozart, standing on God’s pedestal to oversee the earth, traveled across the seven seas to speak my words, unraveled the gravel when a slight breeze occurred, grappled the apple to spite future seeds of earth, now that I walk among you one step is twenty paces, shotgun shells I pack in twenty cases, like Davis, you must run for miles on end, I’m telling you to be aware when the tide comes in, to wash away today your memories and cleanse your mind, so pray to slay your enemies with the strength of time, I take a dip, in the cesspool of corrupted thoughts, taking breaths in intervals to disrupt whats taught, I see beyond light years, my stature is ageless, the demon in your nightmares who will remain nameless, I pursue forbidden arts of wizardry, reviving lost souls who were never given sympathy, my symphony, makes quick work of the most high, my vision is bird’s eye, divine speech so my words fly.

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025.

Is this just an isolation of my own creation, a consequence of impatience and irritation, it’s this painful sensation, like a box surrounds me, invisibly cutting me off from the world around me, and I try to summon words to shatter the cage, but they metamorph into ink and splatter on the page, instead of thinking clear I start planning an escape route, envisioning hurting myself as a shock or a way out, I can’t slay doubt, and my delusions fail to soothe it, my defenses kidknap my body, render my weapons useless, I invented these dimensions, but the rationals been stolen, feeling like when Spiderman’s black suit controlled him, I’m a hamster running on a trick wheel of ideals, disconnected from common sense, nothing I can feel, the way to deal, I hope, hasn’t been obscured, beyond repair till I just stare away and never stir.

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024.

Sometimes its like I’m the last of the mohicans, but the last shall be first, biblically speaking, battle like a jihad to some middle eastern- fanatical fan cheering me to the pulpit before preaching, drop a few bars to blow minds before peace'ing, amped like blowing lines mid-day for no reason, stay on point like business suits where the crease is.