[Verse 1] We hold these mics like hostages Tight MCs that ride this beat like the horsemen of apocalypse When we drop a diss off our Italian stallion Thats V12 motorized, dont mess with the valiant Look into my cold eyes explode like a bolide Its sick like Ecoli or methylbenzyl bromide Spotlight of a Dauphin helicopter The stage is a crime scene, a true show stopper The audience now seeks protection program Cause it witnessed me wreck the mic with cold hands Oh damn, watch out when he hits the station All these fake ass labels will seek litigation Sayin this mans dominates the rap game and The competitions bankrupt, we need regulation I make MCs drop like Rick Ross by Reeboks And nail this beat like Jesus Christ on the cross Im the Keon of eons when these MCs see don They get wetter than his dreams of Sunny Leone So sonny, seek lee on the only way to abscond Which is stop with the pen and dont play with the Don Flow drops like a jokulhlaup of liquid helium Smooth and rising and always freezing em Haughty MCs, I feel like Exxon getting mullah Had your ex on me while you slept on Freddy Krueger So they abscond my new rhymes like deadly tumors And want the Don to do time like Larry Hoover Its scary like a shooter during a shoplift Only Im crashing the market down on nuclear rockets And make profit like a God, lightnening rods When I write inditements like court Yet they all want me, Sen, tensed for Being the disastrously legendary master of cemeteries Your girl wants four in her from the foreigner forerunner Coroners are vital while the psychos rhyme spitten With Messiah like vision, put you in his cyanide prison
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