Yo, my lyrics tear you apart like knives the size of machetes. I'll
give you bigger fuckin' jaw breakers than Edd, Edd, and Eddies. This
shit is lyrically telepathic. Close your eyes 'cause I about to murder
this emcee and it might get graphic. This shit's about to get
hardcore, like another world war, killin' emcees like the L.A. plague
of 1924. I'm like a lyrical machine. Big, bad, and mean. You'll be
spending all your green... Buyin my cd's like a relapsin' crack phean.
I'm takin' Pac and Big's place. I'ma become Rap's new golden ace. I
turn emcee's hearts from pink to red. 'Till my lyrics finally destroy
it and it turns dead, like a hustler on the street who got shot up
full a lead. There ain't no motherfucking emcee I ain't afraid to
battle. Make it harder to beat me than riding a race horse without a
bridle or saddle. My talent makes your ass feel left out like a duck
who don't know how to swim or paddle.
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