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I been malignant, my brain, it desecrate your evolution
Mass produce rhymes with liquid biofusion
In a cesspool, I'm hazardous, I step in the club
I resurrect the dance floor like I'm Lazaryth from the cabinet

I bring it to the edge where the mics and the DJ's
Be hanging off the ledge, they fall, they fall, yes, y'all
It's four corners of the earth spinning off the axis

This is me,
Black and most hated in all fifty,
from genocide to swastikas and right wing comittees,
This is me,
the witness to governmental conspiracies,
overcrowded cells breed addicts to feed my street
This is me,
the one the aryan nation wanna touch, burn my church, set me up, hog tie, and wet me up,

Are you ready for a brother with a mouth full of hand grenades? Watch a brothers tongue serenade with the grace of a razor blade over butter in the middle of a heat wave. Peep ways, got a baby in every part of the city because I'm street made. Did you really want to clash with me? Cause I'll paint a picture sad to see, like a brother from a rope in an apple tree. Did you really believe these ability's couldn't achieve filling my pockets with the cheese and the broccoli? Watch you trippin' on some of that shit that be killing off the ozone mention my clique now she don't want to put her clothes on. You better recognize who to idolize over tracks or catch a match to the batch of the kerosene for the pay back cause the S.W. never play that, I eliminate them till the moon fade black. Never sentimental on an instrumental when its complemental to the mental psycho, alpha, disco, quick to split your riddle from the max. to the minimal...

CHORUS

pump pump pump pump, whatcha trippin on? pump pump pump pump, whatcha trippin on? pump pump pump pump, whatcha trippin on? pump pump pump pump
[x2]

YEAH Terminal condition when the mic is in position, to slit them from the solar plexus to the neck up. Giving them a hemorrhage with the double concussion propelling through my nemesis multiple combination in 3D images split a wig when a fool trip. Never mind what your sipping on, what you trippin on? Is it tricks or the rims on the Brougham or the way my city get it gritty in your time zone? Monologue get mind blown, keep you ducking in the bushes when the infrared roam. Turn up the volume and watch a poetical prophecy properly rock the philosophy made for the rap game. I paid dues, slayed crews for the rap game, drop flows and got chose for the rap game. I'm suicidal off the cliff ready to dive .... what what what w what what come on

Cut him
Somebody take flight from this stage to the crowd below
And expose a bloody nose from the the flows of your elbows
No crowd control

This is no holds barred, we gonna brawl
Until you knocked out, sprawled
In your socks and draws with the paramedics involved