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You betta cover ya ears because Im comin loud// hearin a sound advertised by the word of a mouth// Callin all you cats wit a sound of a gat// Hyped on crack packed with political facts// I'm the underground meanist extremist// MC that give a flying fuck holdin onto my penis// I snatch out the radio I'm makin it rough// I'm hardcore out to make a couple of bux// Welcome to the end of a day// Where the radio plays, blairin bullshit out on the stage// Im gonna blow it all in ya face, make ya eardrums ring// Hit the floor ducking under my wing// welcome to the end of an age// Where the audios change, and maintream dies in its place// I'm rippin out the nonsense fillin the sound// I'm makin ya ears bleed untill ya drop down// Call me sparatical, I'm spittin lyrics off of the dome// Nomatic reject spittin with stones// Its like a suicidal verse kicked into place// Cuz my lyrics make you hurt like concrete to ya face// Come battle me bitch, I'm kickin dust in ya mouth// killin all ya fantasys by rippin em out// I'll snatch ya fuckn legs out from underneath you// Now you aint half the man that I am, so don't try to go medieval// on my ass, Im spittin way to fast, air n lungs clash// now you chokin takin hits from my raps// This aint no joke, I'm a cannibal real// I'm Eatin all you emcees that haggle wit deals// You got ya prospects twisted, you mental gets shifted// Im air to ya brain cuz I got ya heads liftin// Now ya floatin but its gonna end quick// I got a bag a tricks bitch wit a murderous itch// repeat chorus Im back on the game, it seems the lyrics have changed// People spittin only bout chains n fame// Cats be walkin past claimin real hip hop// Like I was rappin with a fuckn stick tied a rock// I got shots that knock the wind out ya chest// Ricochet off ya face n come back for the rest// Im like an angered cyclon from the depths of the dark// Spinnin every mother fucker till they're fallin apart// So get down, this aint no little happy place// Im a hardcore cat not a pussy in discrace// crackin up cats with the murderous facts// of a burnin bush twisted droppin bombs in Iraq// Thats the crap that they blazin on the radio// I can't sell a record and the ludabitch sold 80 tho// thats the famy yo, and thats why the ladies go// Sell out become a star, drop down shady show// repeat chorus