| Just walk slowly behind me, do not break the line
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| If you break the line, you will be decapitated
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| I cover many miles of land, by scanning my brain on it
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| Stand on a beach and barely glance, and counted every grain on it
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| I can’t pops the pressure made, every vein pop
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| In a storm different forms of me, come in every rain drop
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| I decline stacking lines, you couldn’t give me your rhymes
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| I see signs of future times, by reading embryo minds
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| I summon you execution, grown man or grown woman
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| The psychic that traveled back, and predicted his own coming
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| New borns and ninety year old, paranoid false rhymers
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| Memorize my most complex verses, with all finals
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| Take a verse I’ve never heard, mix the lyrics you sworn
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| Take all two hundred words, and put em back in their original form
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| Like a jigsaw, but yet I do it twice as fast
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| Slice your mask, the static goes up like the price of gas
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| I multiply till I’m everywhere, now I’m a main stay
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| A million different women, gave birth to me all in the same day
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| Line for line, compared to me you lyrically blind
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| Line for line, whether written down or straight out the mind
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| Line for line, one of these 16's or seven and a nine
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| Line for line, so blind you for it paranormal design
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| Since way back in the days, from K you heard songs
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| I write like I was the opposite of left, and the word wrong
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| I stay the same, but still I keep coming with new trends
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| You couldn’t change me if I was a twenty, and you had two tens
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| I stun and compress, multiple elements to one
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| Initiated into the rap game, by pressing my tongue against the sun
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| I’m making my route, and breaking your clout
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| Taking you out, with ten strips of duct tape on my mouth
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| The topic that rock it, from my esophagus was cognitive
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| Innorogative, even my negativity is positive
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| Made part holes, by swinging elbows so be wise
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| A step below hell, the place where Satan goes when he dies
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| I sever feet with heat deep, and speak of your ever meet
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| This ain’t no birthday party fool, my 16's are never sweet
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| Wanted to stop me but couldn’t, cause I caught you first
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| I’ll dig a clothes hanger in your brain, and abort your verse
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| Own language I’m feeding, leading to bloody journal reading
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| Split personality fighting, was the reason for eternal bleeding
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| The cataclysm, scientists gravitate to my wisdom
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| Born with a built in, entertainial navigational system
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| Swallow radioactive lights, and comet media rights
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| My next two albums already leaked, on futuristic web sites
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| Words exile style pirates, abolish intolerance
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| My silence, contains a thousand different methods of violence
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| My mind games, make it impossible to your non-pain
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| Verbal octane get a headache, I gave you a migrane
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| I grow brain, hit warp speed in the slow lane drink propane
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| Dry your existence out, like a whole century with no rain
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| Cast out evil, from my cerebral cathedral
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| Relieve you from human existence, then re-conceive you
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| I’m so influential, over the people
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| That if I tell em five plus five is twelve, and you say it’s ten they won’t
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| believe you |