and pressure the more it get's, it build's tens-ion,
not to mention my spirit needs amending,
yet to me hip hop is like a restraunt and I only serve mc's,
an the flip flop's aren't even a test an my word's send these,
wannabe's crazy, even though the rap's lazy, still perhap's maybe,
a should be stoppin, but am shady do it till i collapse see,
even if a lose my voice box,a put it on paper cause their no lock's,
or puttin stops to my word's, never knock this flow cause,
a bust non stop rythem's, whether you hear them, or don't,
every line a spit you fear the lot, cycnical sharpness could cut a throat,
lyrical psychotic darkness, the cloudness cover my mind so f**k this,
end it before my alter ego switches an a become a menace, for vengence
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