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Live and direct from the calico holster
Can’t hold em, the beat chiefer
Big blunt smoker, bitch I spit ether, I roast ya
In a glass booth, fuckers better get a coaster
Designated roller, cuz everybody’s rollin
9 deep, in the van like ‘What’s the commotion?’
Pass me the potion, freestyle devotion
Crazy moves on the track call that some locomotion
Shit, im too sick, kid is intricate
Most of my fans might as well be illiterate
Molly im not interested, prolly on my infinite
Witness this Em from 93, let em C
It’s the nicest MC, yeah, it’s the nicest MC, motherfucker (hahaha)
They upset by my set up so I put em down
Dawgs had to bite now these motherfuckers in the ground
I’m over heads, y’all head over if its over overheads
So its over, dead, I just hold my head
Bumpin biggie in my stereo, iller than unbelievable
Critics I put one nine behind your six like Rey Mysterio
Y’all get smoked like the dutches from the master
On wax I’m uncle ruckus, I hate every fucking rapper
Winners mentality, dodging all the fallacies
Chillin with a bag of weed, fallin off of gravity
Since day 1 my homies knew not to battle me
So naturally, I’m sharpening my mic with no goal, homie
KAS is right I’m just a Killer At Soul, homie, shit, yo
I mix the soul with the grittiness, sold through the wittiness
Wicked with the ways I been spittin fucking hideous
Since 98 been keeping my mind straight
Since 09 my rhymes divine, defined great
That’s a fine line, but I find mine refined late
I just rewind the time through lines then I’m straight
It’s the nicest MC, it’s the nicest MC, yeah
[Boondocks ‘The Block Is Hot’ Excerpt]
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