D.I.A.L. (DEAD IN ALL LEVELS)

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City the Great

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Consider this world war
We about to go crazy like this was the third ward
You looking for God's forgiveness
Well that's what the church for
Judge thought she'd throw the book at me  I'd learn more
I did
Now we gonna put it all to test
My wireless good I dont need a lesser connect
I see your subs scribed out what you scared to address
And this is just the build up
Prepare for whats next
My pengame
A outta body experience i think i got  them going delirious
I told him to get the f*ck out the sandbox I'm serious
I hover the penthouse
He third floor aint hearing him
Judas always looking for christ story
While my story's a mind orgy
If he go seven thirty  get bodied by nine forty
We fighting or we fucking better make up your mind shawty
City bumpy road how you think you gone ride on me
I spit with the passion for every close one that died on me
And i done did a bid for all the f*ck boys that lied on me
Set fire to that paper that they dotted the line on me
Nice try homie
I'm back to the ritual writing habitual
Shifting my genitals
Competition is minimal
I dont think I'm really getting through
Its an automated message
Tick tick boom
Should i wild on him
I could pull out the pieces and break his style on him
Hold up the radio bugging turn the dial on him

From a channel misunderstood
No your shit ain't Platinum its more like its under wood
I never been thirsty but i know what the hunger could
Facilitate
Please let me demonstrate
Thankful for a dinner plate
That character you emulate
Designed with a mask
So that's how you fabricate
Thoughts bounce off walls
I'm trapped in this padded place
So please dont aggravate
My peace
Capiche
I think you bit confused who you dissing
Feeling like a gangsta
Influenced by the music you listen
Mechanic
I could bring the tools to show what your tune up is missing
Certified
We dont turn up we burn down the kitchen
I done did ciphers
From the streets to twenty five til lifers
My head flame when i turn to ghost writer
I'll fire on any main stream artist and they ghost writer
Me by myself I'm my own writer
Hard not to sleep when i see  your flow tired
I'm so wired
Once the project kid
Now i make a project live
Colder than a project fridge
Get it
Story teller
Turn knobs
Walk in
Faces shocked
A single sweat trickled from the guy who faced the clock
He said he owed him
He's thinking with a dangerous plot
Hand inside his jacket though there's witnesses he take a shot
Behind these couple witnesses out came a cop

This is hip hop
I put the pen to the pad
This is hiphop
A scientist in the lab
This is hip hop
You can never ever sell us short
We taking off like a heliport
This is hip hop
I put the pen to the pad
This is hiphop
A scientist in the lab
This is hip hop
You can never ever sell us short
We taking off like a heliport

I'm far from being concerned with your bitch fits
You and I dont mix
Consider this a misfit
Lyrically indigenous
There is no coincidence
That we are not equivalent
I got your shadow quivering
God broke the mold when mother earth delivered him
Alphabetically I assassinated the synonyms
Mic check filled with adrenaline
To take me on you'll need twenty Nas about five Eminems
Shit
I could wear a blindfold while killing this
I'm serious
Serious

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