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  • Therefore this rap rendition in tradition of competition
    Mace the mother before the first emission
    Gets to ascend the mountain
    I sip the spout rhyming ad infinitum
    I pee in the fountain then I claw, clutchin´ the cliff
    ´Cause I got to get higher
    I shall begin with a crazy evil grin
    So evidently awesome both know something will occur
    Deep and dreadful be constant careful
    You get an earful of the fearful
    The rhythm, the rhythm not based on material mind
    More so along strong ethereal lines
    Although torn from a brain remaining to ruckus
    You got music that is so massive you move to it
    Or you must move away
    Choose to play or stray into it
    Over chill mode, I load a lyric I fling you hard against the bass
    In ways shown to be mixed from an ID a forbidden poet in me
    Arrivin´ unannounced and let me pounce on you
    You bust I bounce and it´s a take out
    You´re through, finished, quick yeah I said of that
    And it takes just a few of my favourite breaks
    Rhythm and rhyme
    Rhythm and rhyme
    Rhythm and ************´ rhyme
    Rhythm and rhyme
    Rhythm and rhyme
    Rhythm and ************´ rhyme
    Therefore this rap rendition in tradition of competition
    Mace the mother before the first emission
    Gets to ascend the mountain
    I sip the spout rhyming ad infinitum
    I pee in the fountain then I claw, clutchin´ the cliff
    ´Cause I got to get higher into the mansion
    Where the mad messiah GC gone crazy
    Hackin´ in the channel through all the slack rappers
    I pack a bag, I travel to the peninsula with a posse
    Peepin´ over the edge I drop a rock on your head
    As you leapin´ up the ledge, to lead on
    Leavin´ you mangled, tangled in your mic cord
    Your mama would have been better in battle
    Your boastin´ is bogus, silly poses
    Puttin´ your pretty poetry packaged pathetically in front of me
    I suppress I arrest the best of MC´s regularly
    Come along, too strong, no don´t move
    This ain´t a shake or bake, it´s time to rhyme
    For those who think we fake a few of my favourite breaks
    Rhythm and rhyme
    Rhythm and rhyme
    Rhythm and ************´ rhyme
    Rhythm and rhyme
    Rhythm and rhyme
    Rhythm and ************´ rhyme
    You walk a million miles to bite off one of my styles
    Death tolls in the trillions, trashed by the trial of traumatic
    Disorder sort of relating the way that I saw them
    Death by battle before the post mortem
    I caught ´em silhouetted, picked out to get it
    Like an AK 47 I fired the rhythm
    Let it reload my lips and gob to fit the job
    Shootin´ straight upon the head of a segregated slob
    That hobbled up, bobbled up, with a front to chap me
    Get that bull out of my face
    I totally rap my reply, attackin´ the guy
    Who from this point on now is doomed to die
    One thousand times
    As I rewind the very line I used to slay him with
    Guess I was born with a gift
    The dumb got me to deal with
    Rhythm and rhyme
    Rhythm and rhyme
    Rhythm and ************´ rhyme
    Rhythm and rhyme
    Rhythm and rhyme
    Rhythm and ************´ rhyme
    Each growl is golden
    I grow beholdin´ to the bold but basic beat
    That I been sold on loads of lyrics
    Sewn attached desk to deck, miced and patched through to disk
    I snatched two thousand versions
    I´m on a version excursion
    Still I can spare a bit of time to do a rhyme without swearin´
    Give him the all clear sign
    And I´m preparing, daring, rap and roll with soul
    Compatibility to the laughter at your rap senility
    A line of rhymes snorted, my face is contorted
    The loser says I´m lame but he´s self-supported
    Yeah, it goes without sayin´, it´s true
    Anybody get up, it´s gonna be you
    And I´m your local gravedigger on a vocal hairpin trigger
    And sure as candy´s delicious, quicker than you figure
    Too quick to quench the fire of my biggest funeral pyre
    Builds and fills with fools desiring open combat
    They choke and jump back
    Now they wonder how I´ve done that
    Sensing seconds too late, you got room for improvement
    You wanna stop and drop, go over the top
    You bop and strain your voice, haha got no choice
    Come back one more time and try to win against the veteran
    The better than many, than plenty, than any
    You
    Here´s the cemetery where they line up all the graves
    Of those that tried that, no breaks
    Pontious peers, lend me your ears
    I´m the madman at the helm
    The one that steers this vessel of vocals
    Watch out, it´s gettin´ choppy
    I ride the rough out in a way you cannot copy
    Look and see if the sharks have taken a bite out of my hull
    They always do, and I feel the gale pull me into battle
    Maybe I said something really too clever right there
    Off the top of my head, they take it and tape it
    Before I can say this the property of the P
    Mine by design each and every line, relies on the rewind
    You better pray to the heaven and the earth
    ´Cause I´m gonna scorch your monkey with the next verse
    Rhythm and rhyme
    Rhythm and rhyme
    Rhythm and ************´ rhyme
    Rhythm and rhyme
    Rhythm and rhyme
    Rhythm and ************´ rhyme
    Therefore this rap rendition in tradition of competition
    Mace the mother before the first emission
    Gets to ascend the mountain
    I sip the spout rhyming ad infinitum
    I pee in the fountain then I claw, clutchin´ the cliff
    ´Cause I got to get higher into the mansion
    Where the mad messiah GC gone crazy
    Hackin´ in the channel through all the slack rappers
    I pack a bag, I travel to the peninsula with a posse
    Peepin´ over the edge I drop a rock on your head
    As you leapin´ up the ledge, to lead on
    Leavin´ you mangled, tangled in your mic cord
    Your mama would have been better in battle
    Your boastin´ is bogus, silly poses
    Puttin´ your pretty poetry packaged pathetically in front of me
    I suppress I arrest the best of MC´s regularly
    Come along, too strong, no don´t move
    This ain´t a shake or bake, it´s time to rhyme
    For those who think we fake a few of my favourite breaks
    Rhythm and rhyme
    Rhythm and rhyme
    Rhythm and ************´ rhyme
    Rhythm and rhyme
    Rhythm and rhyme
    Rhythm and ************´ rhyme
  • Therefore this rap rendition in tradition of competition
    Mace the mother before the first emission
    Gets to ascend the mountain
    I sip the spout rhyming ad infinitum
    I pee in the fountain then I claw, clutchin´ the cliff
    ´Cause I got to get higher
    I shall begin with a crazy evil grin
    So evidently awesome both know something will occur
    Deep and dreadful be constant careful
    You get an earful of the fearful
    The rhythm, the rhythm not based on material mind
    More so along strong ethereal lines
    Although torn from a brain remaining to ruckus
    You got music that is so massive you move to it
    Or you must move away
    Choose to play or stray into it
    Over chill mode, I load a lyric I fling you hard against the bass
    In ways shown to be mixed from an ID a forbidden poet in me
    Arrivin´ unannounced and let me pounce on you
    You bust I bounce and it´s a take out
    You´re through, finished, quick yeah I said of that
    And it takes just a few of my favourite breaks
    Rhythm and rhyme
    Rhythm and rhyme
    Rhythm and ************´ rhyme
    Rhythm and rhyme
    Rhythm and rhyme
    Rhythm and ************´ rhyme
    Therefore this rap rendition in tradition of competition
    Mace the mother before the first emission
    Gets to ascend the mountain
    I sip the spout rhyming ad infinitum
    I pee in the fountain then I claw, clutchin´ the cliff
    ´Cause I got to get higher into the mansion
    Where the mad messiah GC gone crazy
    Hackin´ in the channel through all the slack rappers
    I pack a bag, I travel to the peninsula with a posse
    Peepin´ over the edge I drop a rock on your head
    As you leapin´ up the ledge, to lead on
    Leavin´ you mangled, tangled in your mic cord
    Your mama would have been better in battle
    Your boastin´ is bogus, silly poses
    Puttin´ your pretty poetry packaged pathetically in front of me
    I suppress I arrest the best of MC´s regularly
    Come along, too strong, no don´t move
    This ain´t a shake or bake, it´s time to rhyme
    For those who think we fake a few of my favourite breaks
    Rhythm and rhyme
    Rhythm and rhyme
    Rhythm and ************´ rhyme
    Rhythm and rhyme
    Rhythm and rhyme
    Rhythm and ************´ rhyme
    You walk a million miles to bite off one of my styles
    Death tolls in the trillions, trashed by the trial of traumatic
    Disorder sort of relating the way that I saw them
    Death by battle before the post mortem
    I caught ´em silhouetted, picked out to get it
    Like an AK 47 I fired the rhythm
    Let it reload my lips and gob to fit the job
    Shootin´ straight upon the head of a segregated slob
    That hobbled up, bobbled up, with a front to chap me
    Get that bull out of my face
    I totally rap my reply, attackin´ the guy
    Who from this point on now is doomed to die
    One thousand times
    As I rewind the very line I used to slay him with
    Guess I was born with a gift
    The dumb got me to deal with
    Rhythm and rhyme
    Rhythm and rhyme
    Rhythm and ************´ rhyme
    Rhythm and rhyme
    Rhythm and rhyme
    Rhythm and ************´ rhyme
    Each growl is golden
    I grow beholdin´ to the bold but basic beat
    That I been sold on loads of lyrics
    Sewn attached desk to deck, miced and patched through to disk
    I snatched two thousand versions
    I´m on a version excursion
    Still I can spare a bit of time to do a rhyme without swearin´
    Give him the all clear sign
    And I´m preparing, daring, rap and roll with soul
    Compatibility to the laughter at your rap senility
    A line of rhymes snorted, my face is contorted
    The loser says I´m lame but he´s self-supported
    Yeah, it goes without sayin´, it´s true
    Anybody get up, it´s gonna be you
    And I´m your local gravedigger on a vocal hairpin trigger
    And sure as candy´s delicious, quicker than you figure
    Too quick to quench the fire of my biggest funeral pyre
    Builds and fills with fools desiring open combat
    They choke and jump back
    Now they wonder how I´ve done that
    Sensing seconds too late, you got room for improvement
    You wanna stop and drop, go over the top
    You bop and strain your voice, haha got no choice
    Come back one more time and try to win against the veteran
    The better than many, than plenty, than any
    You
    Here´s the cemetery where they line up all the graves
    Of those that tried that, no breaks
    Pontious peers, lend me your ears
    I´m the madman at the helm
    The one that steers this vessel of vocals
    Watch out, it´s gettin´ choppy
    I ride the rough out in a way you cannot copy
    Look and see if the sharks have taken a bite out of my hull
    They always do, and I feel the gale pull me into battle
    Maybe I said something really too clever right there
    Off the top of my head, they take it and tape it
    Before I can say this the property of the P
    Mine by design each and every line, relies on the rewind
    You better pray to the heaven and the earth
    ´Cause I´m gonna scorch your monkey with the next verse
    Rhythm and rhyme
    Rhythm and rhyme
    Rhythm and ************´ rhyme
    Rhythm and rhyme
    Rhythm and rhyme
    Rhythm and ************´ rhyme
    Therefore this rap rendition in tradition of competition
    Mace the mother before the first emission
    Gets to ascend the mountain
    I sip the spout rhyming ad infinitum
    I pee in the fountain then I claw, clutchin´ the cliff
    ´Cause I got to get higher into the mansion
    Where the mad messiah GC gone crazy
    Hackin´ in the channel through all the slack rappers
    I pack a bag, I travel to the peninsula with a posse
    Peepin´ over the edge I drop a rock on your head
    As you leapin´ up the ledge, to lead on
    Leavin´ you mangled, tangled in your mic cord
    Your mama would have been better in battle
    Your boastin´ is bogus, silly poses
    Puttin´ your pretty poetry packaged pathetically in front of me
    I suppress I arrest the best of MC´s regularly
    Come along, too strong, no don´t move
    This ain´t a shake or bake, it´s time to rhyme
    For those who think we fake a few of my favourite breaks
    Rhythm and rhyme
    Rhythm and rhyme
    Rhythm and ************´ rhyme
    Rhythm and rhyme
    Rhythm and rhyme
    Rhythm and ************´ rhyme