Verse 1 Yo I got the smoothest of flows, on beat Im never losin the doh My style is unusual I know, no speedin along just cruisin slow So I kick back relax throw away my setbacks allow my mind to relax And focus on the rhythmatic dopeness, no longer a novice As many people begin to notice A killa of the mic, zero influence from vanilla ice I morph into a lyrical gorilla at night Rhymin on the jazziest of beats, none as poetically nasty as me Ill make a masterpiece with lots of words, Im a zoologist Im into all types of dogs and birds Im not into skin and bones, adopted a player mode to get in my zone Deoderant tinted clothing to get a vixen home Come on you know Im great baby, Im like the Irish pre98 shady Verse 2 I swear Ill party till I die, my style changes with time a lyrical marty mccfly I dont even try I just let the flow form, over the production of Jimi Bo Horne See Im not the talkiest of types or the rowdiest of guys But Ive the skills to body these mics despite these whack rappers preach the loudest of lies Imagine me rockin an old school flow, Im the sharpest in the shed but Im no tool though In no less than five minutes the mass of my poetry turns my rhymes infinite You ain t got the skill of this mucker, when they doubt me I simply kill the bugger With one swing of my louieville slugger, Im leavin the whole audience chilled and smothered Born in belfast give it up your time is well passed I simply exterminate opponents with the verses I wager, while wearin the shades of the terminator ILL BE BACK!!!!!!
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