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[Hook] I Build degrees and keep it hyper I Kill MC's to meet they ghost writers I Not concerned with who's hotter than who I bring my own heat, the Sun Cycle [Verse One] We can start at I Papi and then ay caramba To make it plain you on the wrong plane La Bamba Being brave with rage? You don't wanna try that I'm the type to say "bye" to jill then "hi"/hijack your hi hat In this, I'm that Damn, no love lost Beyond volume one, fam's take gloves off Don't get it twisted, there's crack in the weed sack And I'ma burn phillys till I get my Sun Cycle tee's back believe that Boy/girl, penis or tits it don't matter I'll stomp that ass into quick pancake batter Scatter my daggers, too visual Make your landscape shatter Scatter your data with laughter in this mad chapter I don't give fuck what, beyond stuck, I'm crazy wet Phone ringing off the hook, dog's barking, baby's wet And I ain't even make up my bed Make up my face? I'd rather rake up my mind instead Stay focused In the land of the culprits [Hook] [Verse Two] If you owe me a check, in the long run, you owe me your neck Be ready for cold war, this is Soviet threat I rep Stronghold, a hard act to follow The truth hurts, that's a hard axe to swallow Ten thousand sold, 12 inch gold without a dime The Specialist, you'll see my perspective in time Using common sense your train of thoughts at the station And all that fake shit...get the fuck out my face bitch The top dog gets his vaccination, what? See how not minding your business is real creative? Us I inspire to retire liars who wanna try us, rhyme by us Getting higher than most frequent fliers Live wire facts from the tracks, higher staff, wire track In my pack [?] knapsack for most rap buyers I hate rivers, that's why I kill flows And y'all dicks reflect each other like double headed dildos [Hook] [Verse Three] I spit on your grave while I'm ripping the flav Aliens in Wonderland, got Alice afraid Jumping out white Broncos with a bloody muddy glove Killing it, trying to get fat off rap like Buddy Love In my effect, my reality sparks danger The stark angel of death marks players And six shots through your chest will have you breathing like Darth Vader On a respirator C-Rayz Walz, shine brighter than car fenders And for the right price I'll serve anyone like bar tenders Hardly a herb, beat you to death with godly words They'll have me calling niggas out like the Army Reserves Your majesty's capacity, anti-gravity I'm the apocalypse, none shall flow after me Before I fax this message and get my stats out Drop my balls Before I smack jacks out your mouth No doubt That's a wrap I'm out {echo}