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Date Posted: 15:50:53 05/21/02 Tue
Im spittin magic like magicians,
please believe i keep it politically incorrect like politicians,
my intuision,
tells me that you want permanent incision,
i got you like tom cruise on a impossible mission,
you believing in this this lyrical god and you aint even christian,
just listen,
my rhymes are blazing niggaz like portland,
the game was already hot now its scorching,
just blaze the torch and see what hides behind the light,
that nigga J.J. would describe me in one word DYNOMITE!
and i dont need ice,
only one mic and one song,
a pretty gal with one bra and one thong,
one car and one home,
make that a truck loud music abd hella chrome,
you niggaz is so funny with this image,
eitha you hittin bitches,
or flippin switches,
or riding on 20 inches,
come on dawg im about business,
later for that pleasure,
no time for drama only lyrical endeavors,
you aint clever,
how dare you try to dis tha game,
its a low down dirty shame,
you a stunt double for keenan ivory wayans,
but im damon im major pain,
the game was sunny but now its rain,
give it a week every radio station gone no my name,
these materalistic rappers had me enslaved but i den broke the chain,
im buffy the fake mc slayer many of you are about to be slain,
im raw talent i aint even been trained,
lyrical master at the age fourteen,
killed this website with one verse,
yall must be insane,
Game Over
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