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Black scorpion sting like kevorkian, your frame’s contorting and distorting when I pour it in. so bring your boys in to get their poison, fast forward to the sound of the son rejoicing, “huh” in the back room there’s a bathroom with a vacuum you can use to suck the venom but I doubt you’ll get it out before it hits your cerebellum. The son spent him, another one done by the left lung of the unsung young gun, how you like that son. I’m in your face spitting, don’t make me flip the script and kick you with the shit that’s not written, the son’s hitting, and plus he’s nice with the kitten, send’em to chuck dickens and I’ll make their pulse quicken. With the type of style that they know is finger lickin’ good, get it understood I wish you would, had beef before but now it’s all good. Well there’s clowns in each town so I guess its all hood. Now what was it again that I misunderstood, oh you don’t know don’t worry, I can tell your vision’s blurry because your words is getting all slurry. You’re in the pot simmering with the curry trying to scurry but what’s the hurry, thought you was down to get buried but it’s very clear, that your heart don’t really pump nothing but fear.

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This is for cats that got clapped in the streets,
This is for cats that got back on they feet,
This is for cats that want the hip hop to grow
This is for cats that show and prove what they know.
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Enter the son, I bust caps with out guns, and rock raps with out funds, I spit facts that split tracks and leave hacks done, which frees cats to ease back and breathe some. When I blaze the page I stays amazon like the way that hip hop has changed this nation, but today the shit they play make me change the station and I change it right thurr cause for that I don’t care. But that’s alright though cause any tight bro with the right flow is still guaranteed to make the mic glow with or without the record deal and lazer light show with or without the cameos from cats you might know, I’m down to earth so rhymes I spit in dirt just might grow – underground sound break commercial down to micro. Levels molecular this rebel’s reflecting a aspect of the art form original not replica
If you’re with me just me know then, this is for the b-girls and boys that’s turned into B(/grown) men, as well as women looking for a new beginning in an inning where the hope for the home team’s thinning – us versus them, corporate check book versus the pad and the pen, its up to us how it ends.

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