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when I grab my pen n’ pad I write, yo

like a sideshow with a tight flow

hypo n’ I might go get the mic blown

light dro till my mind slows n’ my eyes glow

sight’s mo’ clear than ice hoe, I’m a psycho

yo, ya flow’s so wack

I go mo’ spazz on a promo track

with a dome so gacked n' a snow cone packed

then I blow fat stacks on some coke n' caps

yea, that’s that shit

rack fat hits in a gacked panic

like a crack addict as I rap classics

it’s a bad habit, call it black magic

but I’m back at it with the usual

loose unit, indisputable

when the fuse is full n’ I lose my cool

in the booth I rule, I’m a ruthless fool!

 

face it, as I stand adjacent to this mic no days get wasted

takin’ names and stayin’ awake blazin’ jays up in my basement

E-V-I-L cause I give ya the D in the name of Satan

brain is racin’, layin’ on the pavement shakin’ from my drug cravings

ain’t chasin’ fame or payments but it’s blatant i’mma make ‘em

lyrics crazy, this a power grab