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Hand game nice you don't wanna scrap with me
Plus I always keep the motherf**kin' strap with me
Asshole at the bar the Billy Batts in me
I throw a four punch combo mad quickly
Why you think I'm always rhyming so passionately
Why you think I lay out the violence graphically
If you was smart you would never wanna clash with me
Nonito Donaire the filipino flash in me
And I always got gun on my waist
And the bullet go through either your stomach or face
Disrespect anybody I don't run or get chased
I'm DJ Magic Mike god pumping the bass
I don't like human contact up in my space
Or you'll likely get a ball bat up in your face
P***y rapper you are a f**king disgrace
I'm children of the Corn Killa Cam god running with Mase stupid
To me it's not a discussion it's invisible chess
I am the essence what you would call hallucinations
Have my pawns put you in check
F**k it who's to say what insane is
So your a shooter boy A gun man Iron on your waist
Rude bwoy I'll let the gemstar wine 'pon your face
You don't stand a chance muthaf**kah I'll lay you out on the corner
Like a stamp muthaf**kah I'm the champ muthaf**kah
And this is my city die with me if your live
Try to feel that vibe with me Ravenous
Dig your b***h back until it's cavernous
Rib shots off the top rope and she ain't mad at it
Passionate pass time persecuting pacifists
Crack baby facts baby I'm just tryna manage it
I am the essence what you would call hallucinations
Are windows jump out of one you'll feel rejuvenated
F**k it who's to say what insane is
Who's to say what a saint is It's prolly the same s**t
I learned a portion of that when I was in stasis
Astonishment is an illusion just like the fame is what
