Vocal tones break up bones
Like sticks & them stones
But my lyrics will kill you like if I stick six in your dome
Your trick ask for more & more, when home alone
I'm overgrown, like old 80's cell phones
It ain't hard to tell, I'm prone to greatness
Push emcees around like they in space, weightless
Face this - you can't come in first place when I spit
I'll kick you like Bruce Lee screamin' Kounicuwa bitch
Kid again & again I've practiced, with the inkpen
I'm like a Dictator, or a Mafia Kingpin
Get outta line & I'll slap ''em like a pimp & his bitch
Like Mr. Cosby & his kids fuckin' with this
Give me another rapper to Diss
Where they cease to exist
You come @ me with the same shit like it's a re-gift
I return to sender, include my own little package
Death, destruction, mayhem with emotional baggage
I rip the mic like I'm a complete savage
Yet still thought of as just a fuckin' average
Regulators mount up, we tearin' the town up
Gun the opponents down, come back around
In like a fuckin' month.
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Adverse don't be salty ;)