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...I wont stop cuz I do it for you, Haewhyer to the heart, hit the floor with some brew, don't worry 'bout a thing cuz I know what to do, it's the code of the Mystics, I'll record it in truth...
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...Wreak Havoc, Keep Stabbin' Deep Static, Street Tactics, Keep at it...War is hell with the gore and smell of Gangrene, friendly fire from same teams, most dead at 18, abnormal saline, the Beast feasts on the streets til he cures the craving, garden snakes invading, no need for explaining, mutha fuckas know the signs when they die in pain, bring a crew to its knees when they see the paintings, of the blood on the wall from the bombs I'm making, live undertaking from when their friends are baking, in a Red Brick oven, cooking Ducks like Peking, we ain't asking, we're taking, blastin' and shankin', whip your ass then I'm shakin', turn your cast into bacon, cuz you faggots are fakin', quick to slash up the gradient, when I'm flashin' my Radiance, built to last, fill the tracks with more claps than a Stadium, neck snaps from the rapps when I'm crackin' the cranium, barbed wire on wooden bats when I'm bashin' a sapien, rock rhymes like Radium, depleted Uranium...
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You mutha fuckas die once you step in my path, feel the wrath of the math, the craft of blood bath, cut, stab, kill, I advance with skill, you pussy holes get stuck like some Massingil, loud bitch mouth rinse, some Epsom Sodium blend, blowin' mics up like Plutonium, Polonium 210, like pullin pins out grenades and rollin' 'em in, spitting spinning razor blades rippin' holes in your skin, meat griller, beat killer, stab the track with ice pick, ice slick, clinch the mic with vice grip, my mind's sick, with rhyme flow doper than Thai Stick, rock the seizmic, crack the richter, it'll take days to figure a way to enter my brains enigma, sattelites couln't quite trace my signal, when I'm on the prowl, you'll get mauled with style when I drop the sound, chop the vowel like a butcher's knife, grappling hooks and spikes, Rooks and Knights 'll crush your Pawns with dirty dozen bombs, Man of a Hundred Arms, swing in all directions as I rock dimensions when I drop a sentence....
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Microphone murderah, Alphabetical LyriKillah...
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War is the thesis, increases, it never ceases, diseases its center pieces, distorts us and then it teaches...It reaches the deepest corridors of the deadliest Warlords, feeds the ones that were born poor, what you think we got them swords for, I kill more and more, putting bombs under floorboards, com-bust with more force than TNT, you've been forewarned, Microphone Cord Killah, Audio Gorereallah, throat feeler, skull peeler, there is no illah MC when my skills on the scene, Rime Fytahs Death Camp, Verbal Killing Machine...
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Eye for an eye, dead bodies flood the shoreline, More Lives taken, gettin' shanked within a sword fight, Spy vs. Spy, ash Chrome Plated 45s, More Lives taken, gettin' shanked within a sword fight....
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...Microphone Magnatar, Audio Avatar from the Planet Char....
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-The clock doesn't stop tickin' at the stroke of midnight, I stay movin' amongst humans with illuminous dendrites, and rip mics from park bench to websites, I'm def like when lead strikes the occipital, rock pivotal, thoughts drop critical, unlock then unload like getting shot in the skull when I'm defending the code, better stop drop and roll or get a pen in the throat, primitive loc, anyway you want to end it, present it, toe-to-toe, flow-to-flow, or you can straight up forget it, its the end of your show, start rollin' them credits, these mutha fuckas still don't get it 'til their skull is indented, imbedded in your blood stream, Rime Fytahs ain't budging, hold it down, underground, all around, still hungry...
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Rime Fytah Street Rebel Radical, Hiphop Fanatical, everyday Tactical....
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You're playing yourself alien Alf, straining your mouth, I'll knock your craniums out with radiant style...
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I do this for you and only for you it's the code of a few, I'm devoted to you, I'll leave every door of opportunity open for you, to open up new roads and increase your chances of success by two fold, don't ever sell yourself short cause no one could ever replace the beautiful jewels that you hold, let the truth be told, knowledge increase by three fold, let the seeds grow, by teaching them the street code, the importance of deep soul, and how to breathe flow as if they need know, life is full of surprises, unwanted obstacles and sink holes, you need think bold, let the beat flow, and feel the breeze blow....
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...your fate lies in a pool of lies, televised holograms...
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Commerating 10 years of solid Beat Production.
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