I’m megatron.... I was birthed where Egyptian temples spawned, my rhymes can get deadly like Vietnam vets seeing their arms and legs are gone. spit a million rhymes at you till ur head is gone. Mr. Tethlon Don keeping weapons drawn..
mothafuckas stay doubting the skill. destroy the belief system that’s surrounding your will. destroy, rebuild, I don’t give the weak invitations into the killing fields. so what’s really real?
Dudes fronting for respect.. once I dump from the hip blood dumps from ur neck. but I’m always duckin the feds, bundles of crack leaving my customers checked, I hide the duffel under the deck.
.... Conjugal visits, objects spinning in the dawn of my existence, on the block selling rock to the opposition, glocks poppin leave cops and fathers in odd positions, when Jon is spittin grab ya cross and listen, or it’ll be your final destination, 48 hours later you die from a car collision, I leave stars explodin when my bars are hittin, each one of my punchlines could stop your heart from my godly rhythm
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