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Mic check, one-two, one-two [?] I don't write rhymes, nigga, I write checks [?] Now lemme turn this to the judge and thrown the book out Then skew it on the barbie like a motherfuckin' cookout This... Chef mad flavors Bitches suck the energy, it's like a lifesaver Shave it... My third eye's open, I feel absolutely free Violence in touch with my own inner energy I'ma get loose like a barbed-wire fence It's the significant, never frivolous, mister It's the... Don't compute then I gots to reroute ya I feel unblocked, vulnerable but brave My soul displaced from a desperate space I brace my arms for the blow, I know The truth comes through lips from broken faces, potentials erased Lacerated, evaded But now we've embraced it, we've finally made it Swear to God Naw, I'm like they ghetto My dog, my dog talking 'bout, uh You ain't get another nut You talking all this mad shit, soon as you see, you freeze up Like, shit From Letras Mania