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I drop jewels that school fools and rock crews leaving ice scattered like lite-brite on black moons
I don’t coon but I’ll tap to the tune of taps, on the tomb of any bigot that’s holdin us back
I’m smaller than the average baller in rap, but I’ll fuck your ear drum till it pucker and snap
I’m prone to the clap and known to come hard over tracks, so every time I finish I diminish the wax
I get dap from thugs, rebels, panthers and cats, and every other predator to pigs and to rats
I was hooked on the smack with a jones that’s all weather, and I used to smoke crack but emcees are better
I’m fucking with ya, shrooms was the elixir, I ain’t above eating a cap to twist the picture
Get it right son, or get quite done, damn right I love hip hop but I ain’t dumb

Mi half jamrock half barbado, all volcano, good friends with kano
All black maroon tat pon mi back wit a rebel mind state Babylon no run dat
I slip back to the slick black vernacular, either way the flow stay spectacular
Young bachelor, wack with the spatula, known to suck the life out of mics like Dracula
Got this rapping thing down it’s a cinch, I spit bars and hooks that cook willie lynch
Thought he was souped up, then he got looped up, when the rhyme traveled his spine unraveled
Uncle ben beat him down in the gravel, aunt jemima fucked him up with the gavel
It’s a sin what I did to his skin but then we did the same thing to his next of kin.

Why Christians always gotta wear the cross, Christ don’t want a flash back of how they bumped him off.
Number 1 victim of the death penalty, but you still kill and call that shit a remedy
I’m not religious because I’m not vicious, but my sex life is borderline superstitious
When it rains it pours, but when it gets dry I give myself a hand to get by
If you can’t feel the flow you’re not supposed to, I don’t spit for numb skulls like most do
Used to have a six pack way back but I cut it down to one so the flow could stay fat
I’m still sexy fresher than the rest be, even when I get depressed death be trying to sex me
clowns will probably say I watered it down, but they can drown too when I slaughter the sound

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from The Art of Struggle, released August 6, 2008

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