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Light my pen with the brain cell marvelous Lethal rap sheet killing off empty martyrs Slaughters of the Philistine cancel you You mumble under breath talk about advancing who? Yo you way behind and betta read the fine print Cause between the blue line is where I build my monument A pinnacle, oracle, holy metaphorical Legends of the legal pad carry me historical Making words nouns adjective provide And separate the city like a rap apartheid From central, Midwest, eastern and pacific A call to arms for heads as I dictate specific Yo harmonicats grab ya maps meet at the steeple Take the alley way move in shadow for the people Use the clicks of ya pen Morse code trust none Using blueprints from alpha saying project won It's freddie B-R you know the flows are fresh Try to control my flesh so that my soul can mesh with most high So walk it on by with your mediocrity it's best you dont try The bloodline of a stone warrior with deep wounds Enveloped to the spiral a blue line cocoon Swing empty cannons at ease just like Dan Boone Keep it hot like the middle of June in Cancun Squattin in the desert we role play with pencils Letras de cancionesOr use the inkwell as we swell up the stencil Leapin sand dunes and watchin for monsoons Throat weaponry lettin me spit those bomb tunes The ora of my memory left you panic strickin Leathal from the thought even sicker with the written A victim of the phoneticly inclined Your aware of your wack with no need to remind Held in awe by a rare species of emcee's Everlast never pass our hearts of Jubilee Foolishly you try to challenge rank to the throne? Face the future realize your seed was sown It's freddie B-R you know the flows are fresh Try to control my flesh so that my soul can mesh with most high So walk it on by with your mediocrity it's best you dont try Prescribe metaphor over counter medicine I invent on the phonograph like Tom Edison Like David's mighty men we rush and take crews Repo the micraphones of those who missed dues Leavin domes ripped when we speak and blast men Yo you hooked on the ill of a ball point craftsman Climb the midi scales vocab is gradual Joust you with the mic stand and move lateral It's freddie B-R you know the flows are fresh Try to control my flesh so that my soul can mesh with most high So walk it on by with your mediocrity it's best you dont try From Letras Mania