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if ya didnt know i'm obsessed wit multies in cyphers so lets see wot ya'll can do

mafucka wrong shit cum up out ya mouth ya get ya shit split homie
but if its beef mafuckin faggots shut up who you spit wit foney

fake G nah a woman but at least some women can write rap
despite that its a fact we got no light crap

we're on red alert, streets need some noise
so loud it puts the beast back in the beastie boyz
whatever i do i don't give emcees a choice
that's a sign of weakness, feed em my voice

you can get in in da hood wit a mac i come makin stress
all these haters hatin me when i ask they fake n guess

i kill and get rake depress i shoot em like laser quest
i phase ya neck to raise ya step

Kids try to show me love//
than i blow gs above//

Talk to god like hes a friend in need//
than he tells me "this is ya end indeed"//

end indeed to bend the feed
we recommend ya need like men that be

hatin me cause all haters hate straighter fate
comin from ya ass to a weighters plater

is that platter-or-plate? u know the word..after-the-"weight",
its a matter-to-take, i think Mutual is the only rapper-at-stake,

i'm faster-than-fate, especially when urs ends with disasterous-hate
watch ya guts scatter-the-state, y spit a multi when i've already mastered-the-trait

you've mastered the trait but comin at me bitch i laugh
decript this craft and you'll see no beef but shit has past

as for fuckin faggots so far back in the walk in closet
i give up on em and talk this deposit

ahem...

with a bat-or-mac i attack with what most rapper-lack...the baddest-raps, cuz when i smack-ya-back, theres none-leavin cuz i leave none-breathin, u wouldnt last-for-that and even if you graph-the-map, only direction to the best is where i stand-and-laugh...

yeah so u militant you heed n listen
feed n christen fuckas haters my speed be dissin

i cant be assed rightin properly any more
like a semi core give it up there aint many floors

many floors? wat r we climbin a buildin?
i'll do just like u, n start rhymin n fillin,

spit a line to remind myself for every time i been killin,
ur the only "kat" i know who's already died "9" in a million

ohh i get cats got 9 lives
just wait i'll still cut ya wit fine knives

mafucka you smoke i'm sure you've heard of that
it's ya name backwards like u like a herd of prats

I`ll Slaughter ya Frame, Mah Punches Fire That ain't Hard to Contain ..
Team Meetings Wit ya Girls, Have Saw in ya Dame, insecurities Crawlin ya Brain ..
Armed Wit a Bang, I`ll Leave ya Daughter in Flames, Burn Her to Tha Bottom Of Veins ..
Leave Ya Hood Wet Like Cars in Tha Rain, i`m Outta Space, Maybe Mars On Tha Brain, i`m Nice So it`s a Hardly Complains ..

yes we need to slack off remain back
snoop need to leave and dont stay whack

its played that the sprayed fact
is spit lames prat to get back like chained cats

shot u wit a shot gun, pop two when i hav one, my crew we'll survive hun
my moon is u guys sun,

wake up no stay sleep hoe, bury you in a deep hole, knock knock i know you home, put da knife in your soul(eye), through da space called peephole.

a peephole, yea that's a hands-on-for-preview,
so i'll leave this 'pussy' bleeding...for every tampon-u-breathe-thru,

for multis, i don't even have to stay-consistent,
only reason y i avoid "the truth" is cuz i'm AIDS-resistent,