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I'll spit lines like a oldie spitting tobacco no mercy on beings that is my bravado foes having the audacity to battle my aesthetic nature can't catch my camouflaged radar,good luck haters. i'm the new born hitta eager as a beaver the is no doubt im the ferouche creature ruthless and heartless the adolf hitler issuing genocide to the jazzmean wanna be's yeah im the newbie glory and gore on my mind i'll make you bleed i'm humble though i stumble and struggle to keep up with the hustle yet born meek inheriting what i see pastor's preach,teacher's teach though it comes in then out without a doubt i'll store it in my heart,naive organ overloaded with abominant deeds it beats fiercely against my ribcage like morden fashion beaten by vintage i envisage my future adversary are they attempting on writing my obituary? hell no i'm on the verge of taking the 22nd century a pioneer amongst the new emcees mission statement : i'm not ordinary being (Thanks to Jazz_Mean for these lyrics) From Letras Mania