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        Yah
    Like that y'all
    Uh huh
    Like...that
    Fort minor, sob
    Yah
    Like this..listen

    Mike- attention please
    I only need a second
    To make a mental impression directly on any record so
    Gimme space to move, room to prove i'm stupid with the p's and q's
    Ladies and gentlemen i'm sendin' you bendin'
    Pretendin' the pen is a needle i'm injectin' the venom
    And i'll be damned if i let another man get to me
    I'll bruise you with a shoe to the family jewelry
    I'm back with fury attack quickly
    Sick with a bic pen all up in your shit man
    Ya never knew the flow was sick as this (bitch listen)
    And now i'm lettin' you know
    Gotta grip on these tracks
    That you wish you got
    Gotta clique full of assholes, i kid you not
    So when that mixtape's done and that album drops
    Ryu and tak and me got it loaded and locked
    Believe it

    Ryu- you still breathin'? i'm cockin' and squeezin'
    ( ? ) nope, i don't give a fuck who sees it
    Broad days sittin' sideways
    Stuffed in a small cave for three fuckin' weeks 'til you reek like dog waste
    Really, i put a punk in his place
    Let's see if he freestyles with a pump in his face
    Got somethin' to say? please. better keep it a secret
    The streets got hideous ways of handin' him beef bits
    So eat shit, hate it or love it
    The underdogs on top
    Gettin' faded tellin' people to suck it
    Buckin' 'em down for real while you fuckin' around
    I'm stuck in the house for months tryin to sharpen my skills
    So how does it feel?
    You maynes wanna claim my throne
    You got a better chance gettin
    Danny hayes on the phone
    Good luck. i flame suckers 'til they're black and crispy
    Sneakin' heat up in the club like a flask of whisky

    Tak- i'm here to crack the roof in
    You got a nice watch, but your raps are useless
    You better cut the crap 'fore i snap some nooses
    And leave you ( ? ) losin' on some afternoon sheee-it
    I hit the streets with a (cake and batter?) for fun
    Just to spit bleach in his face
    It's lunchtime punk, open the face
    Hit you with a punchline 'til you choke on your teeth
    Catch me at the show rockin' in that tipsy mode
    Like angels and demons unlockin' davinci's code
    One drop in the (cannister?) people split the globe
    Blowin' every planet to shit once i hit the road
    You in the tight bitch, cut you with apathy
    I'm on the night shift see i hustle like cassidy
    So kick that shit sound and let the west coast see
    One of the illest mayne
    Ribkat from sob
     

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