I'ma be illmatic till I'm ready to die
Fuckin you doggy style with liquid swords, machetes inside
All 36 chambers of your pelican pride
there's just no reasonable doubt to how we're better with rhymes
so step to the side, analyze and start to search for meaning
in whatever endeavor that leaves you hurt for reaching
but when the sediment settles beneath the words you're reading
I defy you to find a single bar that isn't worth repeating
the work of demons, this shit been in the making for months
You weak writers playing god should have been praying to us
The waiting is done, I've seen enough false idols and profets..
To make a nigga wanna dumb out in spite of my logic
Homocidal with topics, turning every piece I've composed to classic
The way the priest turns water to wine if your roman catholic
I'm what grows in cabinets where its cold and blackest
Get your soul ripped out in here as if you didn't know what happens
Very tight sections from both. Good stuff.
Putting the circus to rest, you clowns are sad and corny
These rounds? Inflammatory, melting the elderly down to statutory
The crown's been managed poorly, our reign is mandatory
Geno and Oats - the heart of the street and the brain of the laboratory
This part was sick.
Traditional collab, refreshing.
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