Ever since I was small I stood tall like the Palace of Ifle Take a walk into my world ill be glad to invite you Cause to me American is such an arrogant title They should make a TV show called African idol In the streets you should never turn your back of a rival Cause every enemy active is liable So if you feel something jaggin behind you causin havoc inside you That's me pulling my knife from the back of your spinal Fornicating and claiming to be a master disciple Somebody should back stab him in the back of his bible You babblin spiteful shenanigan franicin frightful Spittin that savage recital you a faggot on vinyl Don't you ever try to go against a rapper this vital You rapping wit straight lines while my rapping it spirals My thoughts stay on point like an accurate rifle I get straight to the point like a jabber and slice you Straight food got some grub in my cabinet like you Ill stretch you across the table and wit a napkin and bite you I'm alive cause I'm wise and I practice survival
Know the struggle so I balance the strible Paid some grand's for my jewelry so my karats enlight you Try to take my grand jewelry (jury) I'm a let the automatic indite you Had to pull it from my heart to my attic to fight you I left the arrogant stifle wit a strategist cycle But I still rather entice you wit lavage delightful Immaculate trifle raps I write you Deep as the largest abyss sub-consciousness Pap a revive you Don't ever challenge your idol this chapter is final
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