Rhyme after rhyme, who can take line after line
I a prove why I'm nice, leave you quiet as a mime
I get nicer everyday, so we do get better wit time
My age, not a issue, I'm jus as fresh as the rhymes
I aint gotta shoot, I can swing at ya temple leave you sleep on the lawn
Wonderin where you at, head poundin froms bombs
From a fist, feel like a frige, keep ya drama wit moms
Cause of the torture I a put on you, you think I learned from Sadaam
Burn where you stand, if you verbally damn this man
Will verbally cram disses to cause emergency scans
My words be the bamb, I mean bomb, but damn
My slurs get wrong, in a spur of the moment jam
If you aint heard that Im hot, hit up D Holla's spot
Click the cap size titles, visit the ish's that I drop
You see somethin big and black on the stove, you aint visionin a pot
That's me boilin from the fire, you feel the sizzle in ya socks!
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