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Eyedea Be the one to rip it infinite The lyrics you pick are crumbs and bitches gibberish No wonder kids ain't interested You run your rubber lips I'll split your heads You mumble under your breath with the shit you say Cause you' scared to death I'm crumbling you and the other dozen men who Wasn't meant to true (ha, ha) Now I'mma take you to rhyming school Time is due for the perfect tool to shine like jewels and surface As we emerge the earth shifts Ships crash, the quick flash blinds your crew Your spine is grooved from whiplash Minus two out of proportion forcing that bitch ass to hide fast So you can't see me... like that snake in high grass I'm a real b-boy Shit I write rhymes while ditching class If you a heavy weight you best to check your mass I defy the laws of gravity and actually Act like cavities and crack your teeth Fast heat-rashes are left on your chest Just think if you wouldn't have stepped to me You wouldn't have to expect your death Appear ?? In Minnesota mid west I'm an unstoppable engine beyond comprehension Drenching