16 Lines Of Fire

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Apr 25, 2002
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I-am-the-best, rippin with precision that's precise-in-the-text/
You wanna collide-when-I-flex, there aint no survivin-this-vet/
I got the game-on-lock, my lyrics is blowin ya brain-off-top/
Verbals remain-on-cock like my 9's when they blaze-non-stop/
Like liquor I plastered-some-whores, now I've mastered-the-wars/
Learned how to fracture-&-more, bitch that's what practice-is-for/
Nobody's on my level it's like I'm standin on the Empire-State/
Me against you is like I'm new to credit cuz I get-higher-rates/
I'm knockin~ya~out, droppin~ya~down like a boxer-on-NyQuil/
Poppin~ya~sound like cheap mics, ya cant put a stopper-to-my-skill/
I'm that popular-NYGHTMARE, cock back I'm poppin-ya-right-here/
You droppin-ya-dimes-queer but ya alwayz be talkin-ya-fight-fair/
So often-I-strike-fear in the undevoted hearts of my-opponents/
Feelin like my mind's-corroded, so I guess I might-reload-it/
The second time around, I'm like 'Wyno' 'Back-With-A-Vengeance'/
So if I've offended you should know I'm relentless, that-was-intended/

Just dustin the rust off myself.... let me know how I'm doing.