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[Verse 1]
I got one time to commit murder on sight
I got two times to prove to anybody who might not believe in my production
Rip mic’s in half
Fuck your craft, I do this shit for a living
You might not pass when I test you
You better believe that I will deplete a magazine per minute
You can’t compete
Lyrical overdose if you attempt it
This prognosis is permanently protected by the temperature rising every time that I spit
You can take my lines, dissect it
But disrespect it, you get met two Tecs, don’t mess with it
The pinnacle of lyrical murder, get a vest fitted
Wash the gossip out of your mouth, I smell the pussy on your breath
I smell it on your soul
I smell it every time that you roam
The aroma is inevitable
Get to packin’, leave the rapping to niggas who ‘bout that action
You relax for a second too long, be considered lackin’
Back-to-the-basket, annihilate the opposition
I’m on a mission
Extermination’s the best decision
Unfortunately, poetry’s disassociated from rap
Lyricism left for reminiscin’
[Hook]
I’ve only got one time, so keep this note in mind:
I won’t hesitate to take lives, so do not fuck with mine
[Verse 2]
I forgot to mention that I can commit murder in any dimension
So when I come and step foot in your field, you will not relate still
You will not even feel the pain when I come kill you
Yes, the Reaper will do whatever he has to to eliminate fools, fools
Why you living a double life?
That’s why we’ll never see eye to eye
Bitch-made, you only want the dough
Sell your family, then you hit the road
Oooh, how predictable
Better hop on stage and work that pole, you bitch
[Hook]
I’ve only got one time, so keep this note in mind:
I won’t hesitate to take lives, so do not fuck with mine
[Verse 3]
Unleash the steel, I reveal how I do it
Eulogies for instrumentals
Please, nothing to it
I reciprocate the hate thrown in my presence
I light up the atmosphere, flow like a serpent: smooth and ready
You lost already
It’s obvious that I’m detrimental and lethal
When I seek foes, I apply the metal
Let it sing as I spit 16’s packed with riddles
My adversaries lack the lyrical caliber to explode
Microphone gimmicks is all they can impose
Ad libs is mad lit, but it’s not shit
Better quit the rainbows ‘fore you get whipped Smith & Wesson style
Hear the message now?
Better update and expand your mental file
A class act – I commit felonies in studios
Is it the murder? Is it the arson? I guess it’s both
[Hook]
I’ve only got one time, so keep this note in mind:
I won’t hesitate to take lives, so do not fuck with mine
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