[Hook]
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Listen to precision *scratching*
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Listen to pre-ci-ci-ci-cision
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Listen to precision *scratching*
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Listen to pre-ci-ci-ci-cision
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Listen to precision *scratching*
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Listen to pre-ci-ci-ci-cision
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Rhyming *scratching* rhyming
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[Verse 1]
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Y'all sendin' motherfuckas to an early grave
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murder men then murder slaves
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verbal plays vacant so you herbs behave
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When I was your age I wasn't that a rave
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I was bangin' jackin' spades lacin' page after page
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At that stage, you rookies would've bat at the bat cage
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With pride up in ya swingin' stance
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While I was catchin' finger cramps
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Writin' in a dark room wid swingin' lamps
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You sing and dance, you won't step you bringin' ramp shit
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Ring the bell, I fight you like a horse in a cell
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Bumpin' this hell toward the rail like a sorcerer's spell
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7L holds cream like a tortoise's shell
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ya organs will swell, click and then you turn into a cell
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My thought be malice, shine like aurora borealis
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Thought me how to spit in callous oratory at ya axis
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I speak my mind like telepathy, burn you like an effigy
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So you better choose ya weaponry
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Hook
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[Verse 2]
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Yo I spit the words of death
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curse ya breath, there's no person left
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still can mesh burnin' ya flesh so nothing's left
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Of the missin' elements and artificial intelligence
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The darkside of a bright mind my rhymes designed to
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blow ya back in like a rogue assassin or komodo dragon
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Cloak and dagger know no havin' verbal package
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With the photographic vocals overlap and overcrackin'
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Clones attackin', you need to stick to local rappin'
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Cause I roll wid chicks lookin' dyke bend it over bitch
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Wid the dopest lips you could ever kiss
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Holdin' this is close to this, that'll reconverse on this
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Which episode a pack of old crazy motorists
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I change hands like polyist(?) or a solar eclipse
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Knock you off like a merc you got it, when it's kicks
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Women feelin' my tongue, Esoteric spillin' blood
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Killin' villainous thugs like Daredevil wid a billy club
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Hook
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[Verse 3]
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Yo I'm David Blaine raisin' Cain meditate and stay the same
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Specialize in state of brains jeopardize a lame frame
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Main game flooded daily basis, takin' pages to Israeli paces
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Verses that I vomit have the traces of the comet Haley chases
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Alien races wid scaley faces, sayin' damn you laced us
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Fachist, I blow clouds out the sky
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Leave rhy-mers surprised when I gouge out their eyes
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I'm the shaman pawn man, the skull of Tutankam-en embalmin' fluid
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Runnin' through the veins of the Druid
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Like a pharaoh, who shadows like the grave of a dead pig
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Covered in red sweat, crab ass rappers guard quicker than Bobafed
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Or his father Jengo, I might catch 'em like a stitchin' witch
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Fuck a pigeon bitch I project vocals to catch rep
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like Robotech on attack, the god awf is back
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[Hook]
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Precision
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| 7L & Esoteric |
