i've got this shit locked, thinkin up the wickedest plots.
with pots and pans P's and Q's the same thing.
even if you threaten to kill me, i'm not chang-ing.
i'm still in this game still bang-ing.
thats why their losing cause i'm proving their weakness.
and now these hataz are constanly thinkin about me.
through their sleepless nights...
you'll have to kill me to leave this life.
and half these fools can't rap so leave the mic.
cause the mic is a mic and the mic is my bitch.
how many people you know to flow like this?
to go slow then blow words like carbon dioxide.
off my own hommie on a track cause i'm just like that.
get right back into the action of rappin.
makin it happen, you a wanna be and a has bin.
thats why i'm laughin mix matchin attackin.
it's phenomic from the QC.
GC, cavendish dewdney.
thats how many people knew me.
and why you can't do me much less move me.
better off fallin in line to salute me.
haha
(kinda got off track and a lwhack at the end but i hope it pleases you)
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