A yo rock with me, style grimey like a chimney/ I stay reppin' raw,
bars soundin' like a semi/ The emcee everybody envy,
py don't tempt me/ Enemies quick to get,
melted like Nestle/ I'm old school like typewriters,
Wes Snipe ya kidneys/ I kick facts and break backs,
like rain on ants/ While you wanna be emcee's,
more fake than implants/ So copy their movement and,
and shake from mics/ Or get ya chain in rotation,
like a Redline bikes/(whooo.
) I'm ah chill for a moment/ That last line felt,
like a sunburn don't it/ Wacks up on a up track,
I don't condone st/ Put seven emcee's in a line,
any track we own it/ Catch a tombstone
enrollment, we cease ya moment/ (yeah)

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