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Author
Isaac Meyer
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Isaac Meyer
Uploaded
July 19, 2002
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MP3 3.2 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Wrong assumptions, my flow filled with corruptions/
Battle? I'm like a bank, I rip you with life-force reductions/
The million dollar man, I collect for sweet introductions/
Murder like a draft - Have your mind hand-held like inductions/
Have you speak reluctant - Repetive rhymes...you sound redundant/
Flows abundant, progressive ascent with one hit/
Throwin body bags with no fluid, Your moms I'm done with/
Flows unmanageable - I'm not tangable, your minds unravelled, yo/
I'm blowin up mind states, criminal fellon in nine states/
New style leavin my mark on the raise of crhyme rates/
Born again sac-religiously - Hip Hop speaks in idiosyncracies/
Flip flop beats into syncronized feats - Better not BE when my mind repeats/
Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)
Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
(hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Havin you fools OD cause it's never enough
It's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)
Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
(hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Havin you fools OD cause it's never enough
To be is to be where? I'll have you cowerin at my stare/
Leave your hearing impared - My rhymes never get stale/
Verses complete, never insufficiently bleek/
But instead a slicin beak - Deadly when I'm pipin weed/
Fuck humilation, I'll have you rated as the massacre of the week/
Crushin the weak - I'm curin the great with the death of the meek/
I'm the most influencial Diseased like influenza/
Eradicated, or extinct - I use heads for propoganda/
Vocab mad, tab passed intact raps - You want me to repeat what back?/
Movin with rad fads that lack stabs - Better leave me alone like crack/
Stabbin you in the head with rhymes straight from the sac/
Removin my spinal column just to strike you like a match/
Let the word of Godd smite thee like a rod/
Biblical proportions of aborted scorches/
This is what happens when you let children play with torches/
This recordin is gonna grind you with more shit than you can handle/
Brandish a new weapon every time I slay another MC and steal their damzel/
In distress, I came to confess everytime I end an MC's life through stress/
