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One, two, three, spitting bullets on the beat I'm a sick little puppy who gets lucky when he speaks Blessed with a silver tongue, chest with an iron lung Extraterrestrial, tentacles, alien Psychopathic tendencies, a pathologic entity If everything is set in stone then this is how it's meant to be Elementary, dear Watson, you might find Yourself inside the mind of the illest of our time Let's get it popping, hot rocking I'm Freddy Kruеger, I’m chopping I turn it up to elevеn, the Demogorgon of oppin' The strangest thing, I’m the boss when The danger lingers, I’m plotting Sweet like a spoon full of sugar because I'm Mary like Poppins The double barrel is cocking, a shotgun shell to the noggin' I'm coughing catchy bronchitis, you're in your funeral coffin No blocking, stopping me, not when I pick the world up, I’m squatting And when I take from the rich, I’m in your hood and I'm Robbin Four, five, six, spit a crucifix Six-six-six flow, crucify a catholic Maverick, anti-hero, villain not protagonist Words are kind of muffled when you’re sucking on my massive- Who’s the fucking illest, who’s the realest, who’s the baddest kid? Call the police on this beat before I damage it A kiddie called Screech on the streets, I’m a masochist So far from reach, I’m the type to kill a pacifist Letras de cancionesCatalyst for chemical combustion, I’m the analyst Of metaphors and similes and synonyms, an alchemist Evangelist - spread the words I speak like they’re cancerous Pragmatist - think before I speak then I answer it Pull up, pull up, pull up to the place When I pull it, bang, a bullet sang, it shot right into space Music for the hooligans, let loose on the estate Call the police and the riot vans, the people want to play, hey! Freedom now, has lost all meaning, how Can we all be free in a hierarchic breeding ground? The poor get poorer while the rich get rich in style I'll be a heretic, kill a king, take his crown Top of the throne, top of the kingdom I own Top of the streets that I roam Top of the dome, spitting for Britain, I show 'em bars like a cellular phone Hyping like Tyson, an icon, go twice in Left, right in, I’m striking like I’m biting like a python Ready? I’m heavy, I’m Mercury, I am Freddy So eat my words, fill your belly like alphabet spaghetti I am a rap-star Don’t believe me? The facts are I spit fast like I’m Nascar Don’t believe me? Then fuck ya, ah, shit I don’t feel so well I don’t feel so well I don’t feel so well Call a medic for myself I don’t feel so hot, my brother Aching, shaking, stop then stutter Things gone wrong hit by King King Kong A Swan-ton bomb like Hardy Brothers I don't feel so fresh, my bro Things get slurry, speaking slow Head in Hong Kong, wonton soup Is what I have for brains, I know That I want to spread these tattered wings, hold them high Banished from the heavens but I'm knocking on the sky Living with depression is a blessing in disguise Never second guessing, intuition getting wise Want to sink into the pupil of my eye Travel to the corner of my cornea and mind Look for all the answers that I never seem to find Till then, I guess I’m still the illest of our time From Letras Mania