Yo Jumping in the mosh pit, I lost it Choking a motherfucker, making em look like an ostridge Aw shit! I dont think you ready for Raps Achmed I said Im a terrorist, youre in my bomb list, haunted Youre about to harness the monster on ganja Im offing all of the accomplices Im so fucking sick, instead of body guards I got pharmacists And doctors walking around with me Givin me prescription pills for free Theyd kill for me cuz I rap so skillfully Im straight filthy, aint nobody ill as me Well maybe Em, Crooked and Tech But we share the artillery Metaphors, syllable flows and banging beats for your system Try to diss them, youll be on the front page, missing Listen, Ive been silent studying this rap game I know exactly what to do to get into that fast lane Into your flatscreen But I aint gonna be no Mack Maine I aint gotta be wack and lame To get yall to know my last name Imma stack green, but I aint gonna be repeating it Speaking shit, sounding weak and lit Id rather eternally plead the 5th!
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