Flexin Weight - To Be Recorded!
hit the stage with a rage when this kid is blazed
pistols paint the paper red with the shit i say
split ur face, my sickles slay in a wickid way
plus im full of presence like its motha fuckin christmas day
spittin hate, rictors shake from the viscious quake
so get a taste, or get erased from my inner haste
the rap assasin, trippin out, acid rappin
back in action, like i never left or lacked the passion
my battle cry shatters minds of the baddest kind
u fuckers fight to write while i just battle rhyme.
magic mind, fresh to death never past my prime
jurassic grind, old school automatic shine
mad props cats who keep it real my hats off
lyrical hack saw- currupt like a bad cop
leave u rookies dead- bloody and lookin red,
pushin lead through your motha fuckin mushy head
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