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Yeah, it's that Orlando shit. O Zone, Figure Four leg lock. Figure Four, I brought them vets with me. Yeah, About to shut this shit down. Shut, shut, shut. Made the competition tap out, Out. You know the motherfucking drill. Motherfucking drill. Yeah. Ayo, the golden child grown up, I smack opponents. Can't clone a champion, fan, 'cause you lack the Components. I'm bout it, control it, mics get split From this ashes spit. Half Mike Schmidt, half Mike Vick with no asterisk. This is the lastest hit, Baptist son of Lazarus. Dark side version of Jesus of Nazareth. Fuck you Moretta Eye, you must be a masochist. You better raw slash your wrist firstly than to Dance with this. you, got Superman hoes, I raw Van Damme with this. RPG, Pax Predator, Only built for champions. I wish the moment I could see your beat Son and saw the masters. Talk not Maryland, digitally mastered. Ayo, I'm back home. Yeah, that's Tone drunk starting shit. Kissimmee Zone, so roll out the red carpet, Bitch. I'm in the zone. Mojito with the sugar cane, looking grown. But I'm sorta opposite, '80s mobster wit. I politic over filet or some tropical fish, White wine and lobster bisque. Better call it quits. Took your shot and missed. All I want from this is a honest chick With awesome tits. So I'ma talk my shit. I'm old school, trying to post bail, I got Parties to go to. I'm so cool, kid, and my legend is solidified. Whether I live or die, you're a bitch. Yo, citizen bashing. Batch like it's major league practice to your Captain. Press keys, no valid. Pirate jargon, follow Helen into heaven, Ha. Don't share the same airwaves, I fly separate Skies. Televised chaos, no mosaic. It's Holy Hatcher, the real world, you won't see Bugs. Just a goalie mask, start the racing. Don't play a Charles Durant. I harm money, hit the notes and store a Few checks. Jeans like the stashes, Baggy cuff and lobster L spliffs. You tight like your pants in S king. Your highness is shit, my kick push makes kush. Deep in the blitz, yo, cheeky quick kill, Easy. And the beat keeps banging. I'm dope rhyme slanging, MCs I'm high hanging. What I recite will make them pay twice what Them guys paying. You need to pay attention to Every word I'm saying. 'Cause every syllable is accounted for, perfect. Mad 'cause your raps ain't amount to more, Worthless. That's why we looking at you like what Is even the purpose? And if it's striking a Nerve, then I'm only scratching the surface. I can see through all the shit you portray. Lying about your stats when I'm just chilling, Looking up like what the score say. And you thinking you get it in is bad Enough. But it don't matter, all I do is Win, win, win, no matter what. I got that billion dollar flow, but I rhyme On a budget. Remain fly, reaching for the sky And can touch it. Wack MCs, get your cipher Disrupted. We injure engineers, grab their mics and Unplug it. I was that kid with St. Ides in his stomach. Skipping school, getting high, Go for fries and some nuggets. Circulating tapes, one would buy, then we dub it. Theme music for the hoopty when we ride in My bucket. What I'm driving is busted, but my Pride is like, "Fuck it." Steal your wife, he's Abducted, showing privates in public. Yeah, the '90s were rugged, now we strive to Get hundreds. The game is how you aim, not The size of your musket. See a death lock, sharp shooter, Texas triangle. I'm nice from all angles, turn your back, get Mangled. Like a wildcat, Stalingrad Olympic on the Mat. Just not Fresno Roman, I don't live like That. I'm non-savage, you cave dwelling. Do what's been done like Magellan, we ain't buying What you selling. The O Zone Adonai, Down jugs like warm sake. Discipline like masters of karate. We don't believe you catching bodies. Catching butterflies is your hobby. I walk this plane godly. They walk this plane blindly. Worship everything but self. A sound mind equals good health and long wealth. If Bonita need a fight, she should call Selena Spice. If this nigga think he hot, then I'ma Have to feed him ice. At 7:30, boy, you know I'm coming with a Fleet of bikes. wrote the book on how to Kill a summer, you should read it twice. I'm freaking nice, we four of the fucking greatest. I put racks on the fact that you can Never touch my latest. So fuck the haters, I'm back with something heinous. Since the game's a bitch, I leave her face Full of fucking sailors. What is you tight 'cause it match with your Outfit? Your mind a lion's vagina, so I'ma give Your mouth dick. I'm so ill, I'm about to Make this whole town sick. Give you beats for free, you might as well Call me SoundClick. Kicking the door, hands up or hit the floor. Like robbing a liquor store as soon as we Hit record. Jobs to make sure my bars tight Like a prison ward. And steel mics really feel Like I'm wielding a ninja sword. Your flow soft, I embody bodies of water. Inside of my aura, nigga, deliver rivers of raw. Like the sight of liquor inside of the eyes Of Poseidon. When Lyman, Titans start running when The gods pause writing. Thoughts spark lightning, great author. I'm in the street like a jaywalker. Monster this mean green, supreme being. Receiving coffin of peace for all us to meet. Created a dream team to defeat your fake foster. Astral traveling, my task to blast those assholes With javelins. Rap so masculine. Master venture trashing them, old school graduate. Logan Adamantium, ass whooping advocate. Told truth, every post move I toast you. Never probe, lot of pro tools, fire in the Microphone booth. Iron man heart, but entireness Flyer than a hawk. Then I get higher than Darryl Dawkins on the court, yes. Orlando, but this isn't magic. Natural gift of gab, plus we can back it, Hack it. These rappers passive, outlandish. Figure Four grip, tap out quick, blackout, Bitch.