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yo every time im coming up to the mic i dive in like im always down

i barely have to pick up a pen into the written lines im never submitting

mine like you other emcees wanna clock in straight to quitin time

to the start in finish line my word play racing around the track all day

never in a dull way im on play more than a theater hey to the game

my rhymes insane to how ima swerve in and outta lanes all they see

is blurry man in a skurry man i never ran more laps around a track than

a paraplegic can i need to see the wheel in a char if im a handy cap to

how we got kids sittin on a fat mans lap calling him santa or saint nick

to cris in a kringle i got more pop the a tube of pringles