I SPIT CHRONIC BARZ LIKE CHOCOLATE AT THE FACTORY, GIVING MUTHAFUCKA'S CRAVINGS WHERE THEY BE RUNNING AFTER ME.... CATCH ME IF YOU CAN CAUSE I AIN'T RUNNING IN NO SKETCHERS , IF HANDS GET LAYED ON ME I'LL BE IN A MENTAL JACKET STRAPPED TO A STRETCHER... THIS IS PROPHECY LIKE MY BLOOD ACROSS A DAMPENED DOOR, GIVING YOU A REVELATION LIKE QUOTH THE RAVEN NEVER MORE... THE STARS LINE UP JUST TO WITNESS MY PHENOMENON, SEEING ME ACT OUT IN A MORTAL FORM BEFORE THE REAL BATTLE HAS ACTUALLY BEGUN...
((( MY POETRY SPEAKS )))
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