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I'll flatten this clown like a pancake sick with the flow grip beats like a handshake fakes wanna chat pull the strap like a handbrake got bars that are known to make any man-break I'll drop the whole clip I'll have ya dome split like a tornado attacking ur home bricks I've got slugs and bars u can hold it my flows sick so sick u can’t clone it I spit poison unravel fakers haters can't chat get smoked like papers i got flows wrapped around ur neighbours I got bars for acres u dont know the dangers land it, blacked out just like a bandit said u want beef so I brang it the flow stays attracted to me like a magnet pass me the chrome I'll bang it I'm so cold put u in a deep freeze my grips so tight u dont want me to squeeze when i wrap it round ya neck trust me u won't breathe u will get scattered on the floor like leaves (blap blap) an i do drop heat ur light work on the mic it's peak can't catch me when I move at speed I weaponise my thoughts so that u cant speak I'm lightspeed u cud never catch up don't act up Before u get backed up I've got all of the POINTS they're stacked up better get better and u better rank up like food on a plate u wud get cleaned off I'm hard on the mic I've never been soft (BLAP)so don't get me peed off still muttering phonics u need to get weened off i write bars when I'm stressed out I'm like a bomb goin off every one better get down on mic your no fun like a dead clown nah ya can't talk to me with ya wet sound ur lyrically deaf a pitiful breath come against me get physically swept i bring the heat leave u critically dead typically cynically imagery's bled I'm willingly murkin off mike's instead u can't talk to me when ya house is a shed I'll come to your ends and paint your ends red I'm rill when I spit an I'm spittin with led let me transition I'm a man on a mission I'll make u disappear just like a magician lyrical tactician sick with ambition i stay sick on the mic like tradition ur in the bin with ya flow ur garbage fakes wanna war so fakes I'm a target (woop) pcome against me get parted just like hair so don't get me started on mic ur retarded ur not the hardest I’m outer space like a star ship lyrically largest slot my shank in ya face like a cartridge say ur the king but ya crown is plahstic levels I've pahssed-it dont blow a gasket ur flow fades quick like a matchstick there's no strategy u don't have a tactic u cant step to the mic your a donut my flows potent urs can't hold up (woop woop)I'm a zute ur a roll up just like clothes fam u wud get fold up (brap) listen, I'm bad to the bone beef me find out I'm mad with a chrome two shots wud leave u sad an alone got lyrical slugs that come ahfter ya dome I'll crack ur lyrics like a safe lyrically bad u up in ur own place ur flow lacks strength lacks power lacks faith I'm dirty on the mic like a slug in ya face ur beefin with me but I know the outcome (snap) my lyrics wud outgun ur messin with a man that u can't outrun on beats I'm a genius I'll make u sound dumb trust me i'm lyrically heavy told u before u ain't microphone ready if u really want drarmz it's gonna get tekky fakes get bloodied up in less than a sekky if u dont know get to know that I'm ever ready...... I'm on point always got the weapon steady fakes wanna chat but not to my second semi get ur affairs in order i hope ur heaven ready (barp barp) I'll put u in a wheelchair this is a clash but it sure don't feel fair my uppercut will make u fill real air come to ya ends an i'll bring the heat there sick like a virus lyrics make ur sweat drip fakes want beef but don't wanna get hit aim at ya chest but more at ya left hip trust me your gonna need more than a med kit I've got flows an bars u can’t cope with I'm ready to detonate like an explosive have u seeing things like u have psychosis want more flow I'll increase the dosage ur talkin the most shit ur never goated come against me get folded fakes ain't ready take notice u man are hopeless watch me increase the voltage if its beef I'm a partake lick u in ya rarse face hooked on my lyrics like a feen doing clarse Ay runnin off ur makin sounds that a car makes your not ready you'll break like a jar breaks (blup blap bapppp) I'm a lyrical landmark I've got a plan an ya know my plans dark see me outside of ya yard with the man's parked all blacked out ski mask let the strap bark An i don't play games when I switch mood I raise the levels couldn't care about this dude I don't chat to people that look like they’re on mixed food An I don't care if I'm a bit rude