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Its crazy in hereWe take you now to the satelliteYou want action, storm the studioEdan, crush, kill, mutilate, spill, Blood, thud, the limb body is a thug,Flood Scarlett, protoplasmic cells, flow, slow, With no halo, dragon in hellStay low key, praise, elohimsMelodies, play hellish strength, M-O-GI see radios through the M-I-C when I speak to ya,When I cease, When I leave, through the exit The question is can I be, Smoother, Choose you maneuver to Buddah,Be beautiful sooner first, Get in tune with the Universe,Versatility add activity ?Captivity, energy through seafood,Gotta be the prelude to what we do kid,My blueprint makes you rent tuxedo's,Taggin' and raggin' and baggin', zig-zaggin',And back in the diagonal crush of bun b-lo,Trust me though, you fuckin' with the lux regal,What mud evil can clutch the untouched eagle?See you at the summit, you plummet more,While I soar through the unexplored,Letras de cancionesToured where the sun goes warm,Paramore, I perform through a storm,My radioactive uniform leaves you deformed,Unify man, woman and little guy,Visualize, I can design rhymes that symbolize,Rhymes that intertwine with time lines for 99 lifetimes,That unwhine to find the minds of mankind to shine Define symaly,Simulate the template of the best made verse,Innuate to emulate words,Don't denigrate the trade, reate birthThe unification of race as that verse was clashin'Oppression in murderous fashion,Bread new plants, virtuous craftsmen,The seamen's in the sand, you see 'em from the airFu manchu pants had a verbal assassinMr. Lif, I settle all things through a megaphoneI spit transmit land split SanchezAnother grip by lif, that's M-R to the L-ILeave niggas near far for rippin' tongues softSearchin' for the center of ya frame, just copyGot no blood, your arteries left softHot of the presses, yeses, the EPs'll bless usStrifes and stresses, various points infiltrate usLaps collapse cells within the 'cause of contrastFirst, worst, anything reacts for tracksAll your personal facts 'till ya backtrackAnd guess your illiterate who gets stomped and laughed atSo primitive, ? a figurative Phrase from back in the days I use to the little kidsAmplest mental midgets, with ten digitsA poseable thumb don't mean you can get dubOfficially its only my mind that limits meAnd lately Ive been havin' visions of infinityI'm the horizon, apple prizin' when my tales be survivin'With me sur-rhymin', some murderers were left silientThose who spoke choked on hope, threw upSo much pressure in their cell 'till their dome blew upI'm helpin' the hell boy, the piles compose my frameAnd they'll even diss a pain through rangeTrain the ladder, my flows compose the louder For you to ripple down 'till you hit the groundCheck my synopsis, ripped by clyclopsis Autopsy deemed trite trite from lobby'sSloppy's 'ol cases, your flow fold by four placesMold the globe's oasisHistory's a myth to me, the current is electricityAn ankle that'll start and dangle therePhysically swivel maybe talk to T La RockSo give up and put down the Mic And admit that you're soft and get done From Letras Mania