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Rappers sellin out for the money and fame

But I just keep on dune methane

Dee-dee-da-da-dee-dee-dane

I just keep on dune methane

They only know colonial ways

Anything that my homie okays

Is all right these days

Display recklessness, whose tek is this

Pointed in the window of ya coupe Lexuses

Follow me on my Exodus

My poetics will earn the respect of thus

An individual crushing hypocritical nothings

Like aluminum cans

Put me on the mic and I’m doomin em

Operation: MC Intimidation

Occupation: rock the place then leave relieved

The masta John, large like a mastodon

In charge of the class Cas is on

Some whole new shit than you bastards on

Bitten my old style while smash was gone

My infallible flows will swallow you hoes

Rappin bout cars and clothes you need to kill it

I’m voices in your subconscious, knots in your intestines

Crescent moon attack stance if you glance at the mic

I’m unlike all types

Can’t make the brain connections they need more gigabytes

I hit em twice… iced em, cold like liquid nitrogen

They need vitamins and ginseng

If you fencing with these you get stabbed in the heart

Me, I’m like the Highlander

Tapping the soul of my enemies, capturing their energies

Disappear from the stage like the vanisher

Grabbin the mic and drive a spike right through the center

For these niggas all sequenced up like the spinners

I get the crowd high like paint thinners

And watch weak crews, crackle and splinter

They can’t tackle the impenetrable sound

Sciences of Hieroglyphics even with assault rifles

And silencers, M-16s ain’t hitting nothing

When we corrupting rappers

Togetherness like alpha flight when we write

The unmistakable interaction in your ears, outta sight

Fightin in a circle, we workin the mic 2 deep

Pass that mothafucka so I can sink my teeth in

Center myself, then I walk through the flames

AKA The Mangler, feelin no pain

No stranger to the danger room I’m in-tune

Meditation, blood coursin through my veins

So the thoughts came interlaced with the taste of victory

I’m slippery, rippin these niggas apart

From start to finish… and it don’t stop (Keep on)

Put Toure on the mixer, smooth as an elixir plus

The meritorious flows of us

Get a glorious response you’re boring next to Jon

I’m the only individual not capable of having a prime-time

Can’t capture this rapper from this present day backwoods

To the depths of antiquity no one can get with me

I used to battle Socrates rockin these same styles

Inventor of math and science, holdin my style

Showin defiance to the gangsta jargon you barkin

Metaphysically sparkin in psyche when mic’s in my face

Compile salt-peter to blow up the place

A striver, I’m the MacGyver of the black race

The unforgettable prestigious speeches

Manifested by the northwestern regions

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