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[Hook] Listen to precision *scratching* Listen to pre-ci-ci-ci-cision Listen to precision *scratching* Listen to pre-ci-ci-ci-cision Listen to precision *scratching* Listen to pre-ci-ci-ci-cision Rhyming *scratching* rhyming
[Verse 1] Y`all sendin` motherfuckas to an early grave murder men then murder slaves verbal plays vacant so you herbs behave When I was your age I wasn`t that a rave I was bangin` jackin` spades lacin` page after page At that stage, you rookies would`ve bat at the bat cage With pride up in ya swingin` stance While I was catchin` finger cramps Writin` in a dark room wid swingin` lamps You sing and dance, you won`t step you bringin` ramp shit Ring the bell, I fight you like a horse in a cell Bumpin` this hell toward the rail like a sorcerer`s spell 7L holds cream like a tortoise`s shell ya organs will swell, click and then you turn into a cell My thought be malice, shine like aurora borealis Thought me how to spit in callous oratory at ya axis I speak my mind like telepathy, burn you like an effigy So you better choose ya weaponry
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[Verse 2] Yo I spit the words of death curse ya breath, there`s no person left still can mesh burnin` ya flesh so nothing`s left Of the missin` elements and artificial intelligence The darkside of a bright mind my rhymes designed to blow ya back in like a rogue assassin or komodo dragon Cloak and dagger know no havin` verbal package With the photographic vocals overlap and overcrackin` Clones attackin`, you need to stick to local rappin` Cause I roll wid chicks lookin` dyke bend it over bitch Wid the dopest lips you could ever kiss Holdin` this is close to this, that`ll reconverse on this Which episode a pack of old crazy motorists I change hands like polyist(?) or a solar eclipse Knock you off like a merc you got it, when it`s kicks Women feelin` my tongue, Esoteric spillin` blood Killin` villainous thugs like Daredevil wid a bentley glove
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[Verse 3] Yo I`m David Blaine raisin` Cain meditate and stay the same Specialize in state of brains jeopardize a lame frame Main game flooded daily basis, takin` pages to Israeli paces Verses that I vomit have the traces of the comet Haley chases Alien races wid scaley faces, sayin` damn you laced us Fachist, I blow clouds out the sky Leave rhy-mers surprised when I gouge out their eyes I`m the shaman pawn man, the skull of Tutankam-en embalmin` fluid Runnin` through the veins of the Druid Like a pharoah, who shadows like the grave of a dead pig Covered in red sweat, crab ass rappers guard quicker than Bobafed Or his father Jengo, I might catch `em like a stitchin` witch Fuck a pigeon bitch I project vocals to catch rep like Robotech on attack, the god ock is back
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