*static interlude*

(from the 'rockso' (urban calypso) album, "Farewell To The Flesh")

Sh*t ain`t a game
I vociferously ignite and char your brain
Like a shot of octane
Cooked with magnesium and cocaine
What`s your inner crook sayin`?
Lay him to waste?
Nada
I`ll define your last supper
Brotha
C`mere and take a taste
Doper than a foul Olympian
Study your Corinthians
I take pleasure in your weakness
Ya seek this
Incredible kinetic linguistic flip
Pitch yo pitch
You came as a pitbull, now ya leavin` like a b*tch
Once again, you`ve been `hood-winked
You bet funny money, I took everything from you `cept the kitchen sink
Peep the lesson:
What`s less pain than to contest me?
No agony
Inhale your own Smith and Wesson
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