10-minute keystyle
no matter which you prefer, I kick with spits Lucifer
would concur and the word is 'disturbed' how my verse is described
in the eyes of the lions, lying so perverse you and I could define
as inspired by time with the giants of rhyme, inscribed in the hive
I'm a Wu Killa Bee disciple but who could defeat this rival?
such an unusual scheme that the psycho supreme would invite on the scene
just a mic and a dream, i write with a gleam in my eye, industry set on fire
such a needless desire to be regal in cyphers, a people's empire
can rise from the ashes, rapping for the right to free speech
we need these, are you deplete or weak kneed, thick skinned or lean meat?
I free sweet, you see sweat? you need lens...es
don't mention it, rep your clique if you wreck with it, weapons? shit,
all you need is some penmanship! when it's ripped drop a lesson quick
- this is section six -
spitting festered, sick, intelligence
irrelevance in the middle of the thick immense abyss
contend with this indiscriminate incredulous separatist?
you can't mess with this - you're anorexic bitch
you can't take the beef, but you will taste my fist
i rape the beat but you just raped the biz
i want to cause a fateful shift to make it live
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you ingrates would wish you could stake this beast
I say defeat the purpose and you can rage for weeks
once it goes away you can say your piece
but it still won't make it cease
as soon as it dies silence overtakes the streets