Been in the lab trainin' like a leatherneck/
Put my lease on this site, like I'm ownin' the Internet/
Rap game gone soft, allow me to interject/
My rhymes burn slow, like a menthol cigarette/
Since y'all can't beat em, that's a license to imitate/
So my blade and ya stomach, got a marriage to consumate/
Ya vital signs goin down, like the fed and the interest rate/
Pop my disc in the player, watch the whole crib incinerate/
Cause I pack more heat than Ladder 54/
That's why I'm skippin' ya tape like the Milli Vanilli tour/
Cause y'all don't measure up to the heights I'ma take it to/
Y'all keep runnin' like Forrest just hopin' to make it thru/
Spit up on the track, dog, it's only a take or two/
Rapid fire flows, like Sergeant Hartman beratin' you/
Cause These faggots suck like golf balls thru garden hoses/
Fuck wine and roses, I keep a jab that exposes bones in noses/
Who's flow's the dopest, I suppose it's Scorp/
Freestyles is potent, move the crowd thru osmosis/
The only way y'all could sell one record is thru hypnosis/
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