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yall dudes is pussy clot, talkin bout how ya push a drop?
naw every emcee's cooking pots til he hustle to a crooked cop
N get shook n stop, every rapper's on trial for something
my style is stunning like dude on 8 miles and running
this child is cunning, cram my grammar into cannisters
no manager can manage the damage i bring to amatuers
a planned slanderer, tramp pamperer, camp scrambler
til fans in grandstands are on tracks like a re-vamped Bannister
slam parameters...used to measure a rapper
a veteran's stature, flow like the next weather disaster
connecticut's master, each chapter poetically captured
a heavenly bastard, mentally i'm heavily backwards
steadily smack nerds who's pedigree lacks words
cant better me, i locked the game and shredded the passwords
my legacy's plastered, you catch me? buy me a shot or a brew
i'mma stay underground until my body is too
i've rocky'd a few...challengers with a left hook
now got ya vets shook? just a purplexed rook
that got dudes ducking for ' hard cover ' like ' textbooks '
so in short, call me Doc Holliday in a gun battle, I reach better
and kill you ' Joker's ' in ya prime like' Heath Ledger ' !
