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The man who turns masses into addicts like opium The fishbone braid-bearer taking all hope from him Trying to rise higher than deep friars and sodium I'm tired like weak thighs standing at this podium I'm winning on the road, took dice and I loaded 'em Now the self-loathing loner is overthrowin' 'em About to run 'em over like I poured soda to the brim Got a high motor, I know I'm the cremè de la cremè [?] now women want [?] When I be writing these rhymes. they be feeling it all within Like it's pain in an organ I'm growing like pain in an orphan Like the rangers got power when I'm morphing I leave 'em all morning, from night to the morning I be up like an awning while they're throwing shade, I be yawning So keep talking, you're never gonna stop me Like I got [?] Bishop too damn cocky Of course they try to block me but it be like they're 5'3" They physically incapable to tame a kid in my league They tryna sleep, I'm making noise It's the beast of the east and the voice of the voiceless Learn to keep poise around all of the poison And now I'm making an imprint like embroidering They wanna build and really be destroying I can't feel 'em so I been avoiding My plan's sealed in, they ain't ever spoiling Letras de cancionesI been cooking up hot like the pot boiling My mind heavy, your mind is confetti light You very tight, and Bishy's spotting like it's cellulite Cellulite on these CDs, EPs, and the mic Tell 'em hype like a senator, quarterback from the spike I'm hella nice and it comes from me thinking like lonely nights My only fight is with the mind and the silence is overhyped Only like what my heart do, it's your temple Then my art too, that's why I move as sharp as a harpoon Like a dark moon, [?] Been [?] It's my shot, I'm feeling Reggie Miller It's knock down for three, that's the game sealer Got the touch, you out of luck I'm seeing through your new concealer Feel I'm the iller but uneasy as I leave the villa Usually my confidence is obvious and I'm the killer A whole iller package [?] They say that he average, I'm laughing, I'm not jacking it Doing magic, you moving savage, can't interact with Bish [?] These cats wack and live and miss From Letras Mania