.. keystyle
Yo..
I'm lyrically raw.. raw to the core, with stamina,
rawer then aids infected porn stars fucking on camera/
rawer then pork off the shores being packaged by amateurs,
rawer than tarantulas on a corpse in Los Angeles/
Corleone above all, with a skill un-tangible,
strong enough to kick a planet off course and still damage you/
My vocal pitch octane, labeled as flammable,
mixed with a bit of propane, and range from an animal/
I breathe different.. my lung capacity enormous/
to smoke the most exotic weeds, pulled out of a rain forest/
I train the hardest and remain the smartest,
type of smarts' that'll cause you to think who else was on it,
Cause you to think about niggas you seen on a random portrait,-
Chillen with me on some club scene shit in boston/
Or a even a video that was previously recorded,
With me and some bitches back home, fucking all retarded/
Maybe even a drawling framed up at my apartment,
A sketch of spiderman and some little green martian/
Or maybe even a sweater left on the couch, looking ackward,
Stretched out by the collar, in blood, from a bar brawling/
Im that raw.. with a government protocol type of intelligence,
coded in secrecy, for demonic messages/
firewall proofed in Islamic penmanship,
designed for alien operative contendership..
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