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song lyrics Exact lyrics Making MCs freeze and drop to their knees Like getting caught smuggling ki s to Caribbean seas At ease, I puff trees till I look Chinese And immigration says "Can we see your green card please?" My rhymes never ricochet needless to say I m just like the word kill only minus the K If you hear my track play close your eyes and pray I m just like the word basic only minus B-A Top of the food chain rub your brain with coarse grain Sandpaper dipped in glue and glass so there s more pain I haven t reached my whole goal till I ve got your whole soul Over beats so hot that they stop drop and roll Extravagant far from arrogant it s just apparent That I m better than any MC and I m declaring it I m giving stitches to phony bitches acting vicious Chefs around the world claim my flavor s delicious When it s talent they lack, then it s beats they rob I shine so bright the sun had to quit his day job It takes dedication to rip the ill iteration Quite amazing blazing hotter than Cajun incineration Crime MCs pretending to be deadly and steady with the gun In reality they re ready to run Before you learn to run, you have to learn to walk I ll help the cops out and write my rhymes around you in chalk [Chorus] I got the deaf people hearing this, blind people seeing this Paralyzed from the neck down still feeling this Deaf people hearing this, blind people seeing this Paralyzed from the neck down still feeling this [2x] I don t give a fuck like I m celibate The truth, I m telling it, battle MCs for the hell of it Why you get bent just selling it, that s irrelevant It s evident Benefit s beyond intelligent Go ahead and bite, my style isn t edible My rhyme s a jawbreaker, type incredible Pitiful, that you re not taking me literal Left in the hospital, shaking a little I m breaking a little; you break in the middle Of your body cuz you re weaker than the strings of a fiddle My style s deeper than the themes of a riddle Time to belittle, no chance for acquittal The judge and the jury sentence you in a hurry To get beat down in a microphone flurry I don t worry, but my eyes are getting blurry Cuz I see so many phony fakes of fury Touch this, and you can catch one fist Right through the center of your chest, won t miss You re hopeless, even with the chrome vest I still penetrate to your heart, don t test I m the sickest MC, the quickest to be fighting dirty You re biting early, quit acting girly I grab my trusty pen out of my right pocket And stab you in your brain right through your eye socket [Chorus] When I battle you with wordplay you can t walk away Cuz I ll break both of you legs and crack all your vertebrae With only one look you took and your whole crew shook I don t need a phone book because I m always off the hook Grab your head twist and crunch like twisting a Dutch Then battle crippled kids and beat them down with a crutch I calmly casually humiliate your family Punch your mom in the face for raising a whack MC Bend your sister over yelling "Who s your daddy?" When she replies me I simply put it in slowly You ll never be the thug you wanna be even with the bid Even if you did cross me I d get even with you, kid Occasionally I really start to hate the phony So I reflect reality through my testimony, do you know me? I spit a flash flood to splash blood and, rash, dug A grave in fresh mud for the last thug Who came incorrect and didn t respect the intellect Recollect he who drove in the fast lane wrecked The industry slept while true fans paid attention Tales of battling a legend whenever Benefit s mentioned I m sicker than the average man when tearing into competition Whose ears are blistering from listening For fame I ll rip the skeleton out your flesh frame And rearrange your bones to spell my name [Chorus] Still feelin this song lyrics