cor always roll with a flush.. I crush opponents,
strong enough to punch you and make your shoulders touch till you lack motion//
the verbal tranquilist, slash theologian, raps ferocious,
I smack bitches who act different around me, flowin'//
you should pay homage to me.. I could possibly be,
the hottest-emcee, to drop scripts since the topical-leagues//
who hotter than C? no one, that's a known fact,
and get slammed on your thorax till your bones-crack//
I'm so Ill, my lyrics contaminate your lung-sacs,
and cause you to breathe different like exhaling tear-gas//
whenever I record my rhymes in the studio I wear a shield-mask,
and yield fast to my saliva spit when I spill raps//
in between studio sessions I religiously recite my lyrical,
and worship demonic spirits in satanic-rituals//
I'm the type of in individual to get rid of you for any revenue,
the type to lend you a dollar if you politely holler for my assistance, too//
In different moods, I spiritually get lifted whenever I hit the boom,
sippin' moon shine, whenever I do rhyme and script a-tune//
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