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I cross thru the intersection, cruisin' through the 3rd Dimension, Servin' session, schoolin' freshmen,
rock Hiphop my full intention, learn your lesson, every word I mention, verb I'm flexin' is a nerve infection,
murder mcs and only get caught with a mic in my possession, and a Smif and Wessn CD, fuck a DT, and anyone who
wants to stop me, my energy is Godly,foundation is concrete, Rime Fytahs all street, city, state, country, hungry,
as I move under the sunbeams, unseen, servin devils without lunchmeat, as I crush beat, cut deep, bust proper rhymes
and come clean, bust seams, touch dreams,internally combusting, all weather, never rusting, underground disgusting,
lawn mowing crop dusting, my crew come through like no such thing.
44 word war, stay hard to the core, subfloor warlore, burst holes through your score-board,
door to door/cooridor killer, audio gore-reallah warfare, out of the ordinare, solar bear breathe the forrest air,
burst holes through your polar wear, Hiphop whore slayer, blow holes greater than the Moon creater, Lost Art Tomb Raider,
truth sayer, souflear, Rime Fytahs cooperate like two player, whatever I get my crew share.
My battle axe rap can attack, crack with a bat, wack?, send em back, can't counter act, can't interact,
rat tat a tat, kill a kitty cat, whoop! Medivac, zap cardiac, tactical plans, trample your man, plans in advance
cancle your bands, hands on the map, packed full of Phat, track after track, rap full of fact blast to the max,
hand full of fans and true to that.
My skill 'll flow, fill interval, drill mineral, heal innersoul, real difficult, ill critical, kill digital,
chill minimal, inventive though, spill syllable, chemical criminal, medical, clinical, kill anybody identical,
physical sillacone, watch how I flip a flow, rip a show, get you detached from your umbillical with information Biblical,
I'm pushing my product with presistance, fuck the 5 minutes of fame, I'm going for distance,
without the industry's assistance, the underground resistance, refuse to conform to society's norm, sworn to
rock the microphone before the day I was born until the day I adjourn, and leave the physical form, mentally I stay armed, keep my brain
in a storm, formulate, coordinate, cruise the streets and tour the state, crush a microphone and look for more
to break.
You can't stop me with all that shit talking, political cockblocking, bull shit peace offerings setting
me up for robbery, you ain't got no Monopoly if you don't copy me, I'm spilling shit so properly and it comes oftenly,
watch and see, raw shit fresh off the street, stop the beat, KillahRhymeZaar off the deep end, fuck these one legged rolled
up,truck driver cap wearing bling bling cheap trends, step in your cypher and break down your defense, these wannabe
warriors only represent on the weekends, Quasar, Haewhyer, Rime Fytahs all day, serve mcs like sauted entrees, engulf
cities like hot lava did Pompei, these weak mcs be gased up like Octane but couldn't drop the octave, my hot rays
leave your forehead concave, watch these west coast hombres drop bass, the way it's supposed to be done, my rhymes are
PHAT!, solid mass, three tons, deluxe, with the root strength of tree trunks, hardcore street cuts, fool!, I'll spit my
rhyme in reflux, reup, breathe up, free up, keep up....
credits
from Only in L.A.,
released August 1, 2005
Track Produced by Quaesar
