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The echo chamber enhance the flow with the block party 

Keep an MC head spinnin' like Dark Bacardi, this BAC is 2.3 

Now the liver's damaged, but his lungs are joint free 

So inhale, exhale, breathe and get well 

Kick somethin' live stop chirpin' like Nextel 

I'm all in together, a swordsman forever 

I paint the town red with many heads are severed 

R-A-W, I still bring trouble to 

Throw your raps in the sleep hold, quick to smother you 

Dart hit your breastplate, meet ya death date 

Rook down to E4 look, it's checkmate 

No other way to describe a catastrophe 

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The Clan was drawin' blood and displayed it graphically 

Direct order, hit the border, then slaughter 

Horrific torture by prolific authors 

Shape and mold MC's, like I'm playin' the skelly top 

It's gettin', Hot In Here 

Like the single that Nelly dropped 

So take ya clothes off, the track is so soft 

A little rock'll turn 'em into Ivan Koloff 

Why do the Gods make MC's study from 

Thirty five, and fifty year, then try to become 

Under the study with the sword above the head 

So he would keep in mind under the open pledge 

Fierce fencing, somethin' so sharp 

Piercing, swords cling, the vigilant intimate 

Close combat, this is MC'ing at it's best 

But there is no contest, sent I'm this 

You could never test, this and try to question this 

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He so gifted with the swiftness, godfather civilization 

Shell casin', universal nation 

Could he be the one predicted? Presidential sent in 

Old school soul to war us, be the growlest 

Asiatic arctic flow is so frigid 

Is it the zig zag? Coming to pay you a visit 

Somehow mistake me as an old wise wizard 

World, I'm not the same 

I go somewhere, don't remember how I came 

Is it the weed, the hash or the 'caine? 

Or the Digi being stained on my brain? 

Appear from a cloud of smoke, the rotor's on choke 

If surrounded, seven men drop from one stroke 

Even if my feet was shackled down and one hand cuffed 

To defeat me, ten demon's wouldn't be enough 

I sleep in the lion's den without the steel iron 

Ascended like Wu, so coming down from Mt. Zion 

Superlogical this, superlogical that 

Digital, take it back with superlogical rap 

Have a shootout at midnight, the let's see who's quicker 

Forty four colt jolt, all you seen was the flicker 

You distressed like the damsel, lost like little Hansel 

Your flame couldn't generate the heat of a candle 

Me, I be a Killa Bee, keepin' auxilery 

Ol' plated the desert e, shoot ten millime' 

Faster than millipede, you try to intercede 

Your body being found in the naval yard artillery 

A black blind governor, a rich white mayor 

Man, this whole city ain't got a prayer 

Bobby has invaded, now the whole town's slated 

Your decapitated head is being tooken down paraded 

Up and down the avenue, I drive a shatterproof 

Benz and all my men's are tattle proof 

My mic is a dyke, my life is a light 

A day to God is a thousand years, how long is a night? 

You get trapped in my shadow of dark- hark, who goes there? 

Power-U smells like carp, don't put your nose there 

Drop you to a tank of sharks, your wound's bleedin' 

And it's been two weeks since they had their last feedin' 

Ain't nothin' but bones, we plotted the sand 

And spread it out, over twenty acres of land 

Some call me steels, 'cause it's hard to bend me 

C-Cypher Pigs can't apprehend me 

In a no smokin' zone, I smoke bones of hash 

Niggas see me, then I disappear in the flash 

Next time I'm spotted, I got the fatter wallet 

Movin' with a click that stick like dry porrage 

Someone's been sittin' in my chair, who goes there? 

To sub zero cold, your words can't flow here 

Glaciers of ice, plus layers of spice 

Say your prayers at night, 'fore you touch that mic