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I commit arson Every time I drop a rhyme Cuz I shot more 3’s then Reggie Miller in his prime U can’t spit u just a snitch Only thing u droppin dimes I pack 8 45’s like a quarter to 9 Unsigned Mastermind of minds, cuz I mastered mine Quick to blast the 9 Crack ur spine and leave u flatline U cant fuck wit jon dough I deliver deathblow flows to my foes Hard roc thugs get exposed Caught pickin a rose Blow for blow? Opposed niggaz know I'll leave a tag on ur toe I got the answer for whoeva testing Does jon got an obsession wit weapons? No question My Smith and Wesson Suppressin adolescents half stepping My aggression as a peasant is lethal like a weapon Blood guts and all I'll leave they blood on the floor Trigger, I pull it Cuz my bullets Pierce like Paul Bring the heat like it was 3 seasons after fall I get dirty like public restroom stalls As hard as concrete blocks on castle walls Blast cats and laugh when they fall Leave they blood on the floor I stand tall But when the jakes show up I bounce like basketballs Streets is mean And lean like crack fiends U expired nigga retire Cuz my boys burn more trees then forest fires Expandin on my empire as a sire My crew rolls wit chrome like we was rims on tires I'll put the 9 to you Never mind your crew Fill u wit enuff led I can write rhymes wit u U so wack Ur pencil tips break and ur pens hide from u I'm like a diamond when im rhyming the way I shine on a track Better step back Or get blasted wit the mac Lyin on ur back wit my verbal attacks on wax Ax the competition when I rhyme on a track Whether im spittin or its written I chomp competition in my composition Cuz when im spittin Burn niggaz beyond recognition Emcees like us swap spit like we was kissin Knock out biters teeth so we cant be bitten Rappers are like ounces when im spittin cuz they flippin It was written Like nas Ghetto superstar like pras U get locked up?
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