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Eureka! Franklin, D, Roosevelt, Frank, Lynn, Collins, Ferguson, Rick, James, Brown, Ferguson, son? Come on son, 13, I'm on one, 2, 3, 4, 5 Jacksons in action My eyes are stained glass look thru You'll see my labor pains, when my brain goes into contractions Crack pipes, Wesley Snipes all over the city Like stop signs, fall back pull out the act right While they cat fight I rap like parking parallel with 18 wheels in snow storm, jack knife Too black, too strong, exactly! That type Could somebody please tell Father Time to kiss my ass, (pause) get it? Then add that loss to his resume because he is no longer undefeated 13 I am the best that ever did it When you travel back thru time you'll lose 24 hours for every hour you remain in the past committed I will complete a perfect final four bracket Water the roses on your grave and then criticize that weak shit you are about to say before you fix your mouth to spit it I bet you I am the one like Mookie! But not Mookie Betts or Spike Lee in the movies I move the crowd like I have Tourette's in the movies I hate the old people! Slut, whore, fuck it, I voted for Trump Pump shotgun, bomb, fire! Everybody run DMC, Houdini with the treacherous three stripe Adidas fat gold chain necklace Master of the guillotine, put their heads on a chopping block Lucifer killing machine executioner Get 'em and then I'ma put 'em in the middle of a firing squad load'n lock pop, pop, pop Watch me water board 'em, peel their nails back torture them Letras de cancionesCigarettes on the eyelids scorching them to the pupil to iris to the retina Viruses silencing them like they're silence us except I'm more violent Fuck 'em, I mute their music when they're unplugged Throwing up middle finger to the future of these young thugs The game of thrones going back to hell again Cracked skeleton bones, spawn black melanin My attitude free radical Islam wrap cellophane around the mouths of these fuckboys I keep telling 'em But they ain't trying to hear me though But the word get around in the hood like venereal Merry go's aerial views drug dealer burials crack head flat screen tv's and cheap stereos Swing, go ahead take a swing You a thug you act like you wanna swing on me But hesitant cause you don't know if got the thing on me And by thing I mean 29 books of rhymes Words are the bullets Pages are the clips that hold unlimited ammunition And I just committed the crime The scene is not fictitious clips Or quick depictions of cops taking pics of ice picks sticking out of the victims But a detective taking notes on a deceased Kellogg's, General Mills, Quaker Oats And in the bathroom scripted with love as he got nearer Three six word stories written with blood on the mirror: I breathe like oxygen is expensive Don't be offended I am defensive I love you take care, intensive I love you take care, intensive From Letras Mania