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I got a lion in my pocket and it's ready to roar

Live by the sword, you die by the sword

I got a lion in my pocket and it's ready to roar

Live by the sword, you die by the sword

You ain't ready, boy, you ain't ready for this

You ain't ready, girl, you ain't ready for this

You ain't ready, boy, you ain't ready for this

You ain't ready



I got rhythm, wrapped around my little finger

Sorry chump, no mad styles a dead ringer

No way to peck cause I got eons of methods you can't touch

And thank you very much, cutthroat

Your imitation is the greatest form of flattery

As you can see, undoubtedly I behouve the masses

Classes I tutor for a fee

I give chills multiplyin and I see

I get nice, splice, be it dawn, be it dusk

I terminate feeble peasants I don't trust

I simply pencil-whip, I scrape MC's like knees

I got some planets screamin: E's the beat!

You'd wanna give me the mic

For true, brah, I know how to handle it

My pockets are swoll', bare feet can't sandal it

At sixes and sevens, I'm callin spades a spade

You can't hold a stitch to my boots of suede

You ain't ready, I keep it simple, stupid, wait your turn

You ain't ready, much to be learned



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So predictable, damn, I slam pseudo psycho bitches

I'm diggin holes, then I'm diggin ditches

I look ahead so I don't fall behind

I'm icky-sticky, talkin short and fine

In my feet I walk a fret style camp

Tricks can't tramp, no, not in my path I park

I'm like a lyrical, lyrical, lyrical laxative

I run MC's fast asleep I walk in miles

And methods can't quit-it-it-i

I be the sound of poets on shit-it-it-i

Nobody move suckers, I see ch