i'm back on the streets flowing with the tact of an elite pro and the fact that ya beats dope
don't really matter to me yo i'm through battling you weak clones
no facet of ya rapping actually seems dope so i'm shattering egos
of the wackest of these jokes stacking my cheese rose my status of greed though
so if i'm attacking ya teams throat i'm jacking ya people
after slashing and grabbing ya sleek hoes if they fat in the ass and deep throat
like hags on the street coc'd up you know what i strike white devils
with the spite revel'd in high priced ghetto renevation give me a pen and bass drum
and i'll send a nation to heavens gate with one defication from my metal braced wrist
decendended from reminents of the greatest ancient dead i'm raising when my temples blazing
they're the central station for defamation of any jester waiting to send a hating
statement like i ain't impress the greatest legends whenever i press the pen to paper
i offend the fakers & transcend the racists & degress their hatred when i step on stages
shit, its kinda impressive ain't it
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Respect this, specialist, black, testing this and get ya necklace jacked
Your after name scratched up off my guestlist, party freak
You the type of nigga that'll hardly speak unless you spoken to
You throw a cold screw but sober up when I'm approaching you
At the same time we postin two niggaz on that ass
Thats gonna do what they supposed to do the limelight
Snatched away from you because its my night
Killarm' blaze hotter than twilight, you better get ya lines right
Half of these crabs cant even rhyme right
[Killa Sin]

Your after name scratched up off my guestlist, party freak
You the type of nigga that'll hardly speak unless you spoken to
You throw a cold screw but sober up when I'm approaching you
At the same time we postin two niggaz on that ass
Thats gonna do what they supposed to do the limelight
Snatched away from you because its my night
Killarm' blaze hotter than twilight, you better get ya lines right
Half of these crabs cant even rhyme right
[Killa Sin]

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