phone ringing....

little girl:Monkey, where you at monkey??



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And what, rappers wanna bring it to me

Oh, you the nicest M.C. (so so so so so)

And what, yeah we known to blow up the spot

Pyromaniax burning, blazing hot



Why would you wanna challenge a guy like me, if you not clever (come on)

Dirtier than prostitutes sweating in hot weather

Load the spot better, than you ever will in your life

Wanna kill and get trife, go ahead i'm just gone chill with your wife

The only one that'll get you in a cyph and flex style

So the next child that try to front then, I'ma pull your x-files

That been, hidden for years, and released when i came

Mics burn when i flame, forever remain with my name

Deliver high pain like migraine headaches and all

You got the nerve to stand before me, pretend you were bald

Must be pathetic to brawl, with a M.C. lord, holding a sword

I'ma a human microphone and my lyrics the vocal cord



You's a fisher price king only eligible to battle

Saddle ????

Who are you to hassle, the epidemy of master tackle

Buck forty nine plus tax to the max, corrision shample

Atista Gamble, don't tangle with hard to handle

Beats lyrical warfare up the river paddle your tackle

Gotta a neon shadow, but still confusing like a pharoah

????split through travels i unravel



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Now has led you would have it, my microphone grab habit

Excels over the plab attics, have 'em like (dag nam it)

They pissed off, like missing the toilet

They plans are foiled, like there wrapped in tin paper

Burned like skin scrapper, the top kid i'll take ya

I'm type nice, so think twice, before you hold the device

Lyrics shot are precise, had you blind like three mice

Me shise, must