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Maintain, to remain in the game
So I remain focused and pops the flame aim
The lyric tarantula, Chino bout to make an example of
One verse shittin on your whole label roster sampler
First name, Chino, last name, went there
Leavin rappers curled up and dyin like Immature's hair
Lyrical warfare, when I'm sprayin shit
My style like AIDS, half of y'all got
It just none of y'all are sayin shit
I hate and spit at devils that wanna possess Chi
Jesus came in the vocal booth like nigga, you the next me
Test me, battle and you can become a dead man
There's a lot of fake Chinos like Craig Mack's a fake Redman
But I'm above the surface of this rap circus
Write more incredible verses on accident than you can on purpose
You a worthless waste of flesh like fat asses on a nun
I'm God's bastard son that blast and thinks Bloodbaths are fun
Hate you with a passion, white chicks faint like I'm Hanson
Historically known for bringin down the house like Samson
My damn tongue burst in the first verse, it's a bad curse
That hurts, I'll leave you passengers at church inside a black hearse
Escapin the wrath of Jerz, this is that earth
My pen dirts, axe murderin type massacres occurs if we match words
Past blurs, I smack herbs, up niggas you all fuck
I'mma, that's I'mma fuck all of you niggas up backwards
And I'mma be the sickest 'til I'm dead
The type to watch Halloween eight times just to laugh at El's head
My new album is Flo-Jo's heart, watch it blow up
You ain't just wack, you're what wack wants to be when it grows up
I gives a fuck
Well I used to be last in the draft, now we mastered the craft
On behalf of my staff, y'all crabs make me laugh
On the corner spittin trash, while we out gettin cash
New year, feel the wrath, leave you split with a gash
The underground runnin rap, real skills comin back
Real heads lovin that, jail time no fun in that
You my son in rap, who want lyrical combat?
We could take it to the stage and beyond that
Y'all know this rap shit, we controllin it, wait for my solo shit
Heat, guns and rhymes, yeah we holdin it
And y'all can get laid to rest, slay the best
When I'm pissy drunk off the Ray and Neff, no quest'
Maintain, to remain in the game
So I remain focused and pops the flame aim
Maintain, to remain in the game
So I remain focused and pops the flame aim
Keep your mind in focus, that nigga X spits lines ferocious
Roast cliques, rock ice, similar to sculptures
You cats are hopeless, always claim your shit's the dopest
Bust for guns with holsters, we on all your bitches posters
With Ak and P, niggas made a mock of me
Now they wanna flock to me cause they heard I be buyin property
Slow down the pace, still a four pound goes around the waist
More rounds to taste, motherfucker more grounds to break
I'm in it for the glamour and glitz, no time for babblin chicks
I'm splatterin cliques, rockin different patterns of kicks
So test me, flows rapid just like a jet ski
Gimme any Knick track, and watch me skate faster than Gretzky
Jealous ones envy, like Fat Joe, soon to stack dough
Smack hoes, clap MC's that front at rap shows
Assholes don't, know who they fuckin with
My feds we be buckin quick, while they backstage, suckin dick
Fuckin bitch
Who wanna battle? I travel like bullets through gun barrels
Get grappled and tackled to the gravel, wild like a jackal
A nigga clap you, in satchel with facts
Slap you with gats, raps that penetrate and pop your air sacs
Vision like Miramax, when I'm writin, the rap titan who
Still loves Mike Tyson despite the ear bitin
Mike fightin on tracks kid, now who wanna do me?
You wind up in ER like George Clooney, flow's looney
My whole platoon be plagued with rap skills
Jewels and chicks in the Catskills, my stat's ill
For real kid, Ak hold you down like I'm supposed ta
Swing my shit like Sammy Sosa, nigga I roast ya WHAT!
Maintain, to remain in the game
So I remain focused and pops the flame aim
Maintain, to remain in the game
So I remain focused and pops the flame aim
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