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tryna flex and let everybody know I'm Satan
Flowing crazy, every time I write a rap you know I slay them
With my arsenal of lyric weapons, grab the bars

Read My Lips

Tha Alkaholiks

Coast II Coast

1995

Call you up and send you as a gift to hieroglyph
'Cause the Liks got lyric tricks datin' back to eighty-six
While my thousand dollar system still busts

my nigga smith (will) 

Popping on xanix x2 ( pop it x2) 
Did a 2  i feel outlandish  
Im freestyling the lyrics just vanished 
Hijo de puta i speak no

Get a job and get up out the system
I'm the product and the dealer
On a mission for commission

I got money on my mind
Selling rhymes like dimes
Got

Brodie told me I got five years
I told him get to counting, I ain't got time to waste
Dead end job been taking up my time and space
Uncle Sam been tapping

The Lesson, Pt. 1

The Roots

Do You Want More?!!!??!

1995

to your mind
Niggas, ya know my style
I run a-motherfuckin'-rap-mok
When Malik get a U-Haul truck
I stand five foot seven, in command of the party

a quarter back
I’m riding solar in the 5th dimension
Backpacking all the lyrics with the stash as I’m sorting out this beat selection
It’s coming out my own

though you keep texting
Why you keep texting
I'm outta my mind with these raps I'm confessing this mask is a blessing
For you not for me cause my shell is

a glockenspiel
Kaffo McConaughey I got plenty time to kill
My mind's a real weapon, like out the barrel of a Smith and Wesson
Tested, now learn ya lesson or get

wait To hear
To my heart it is deer
In my mind it is near
Wonderful life is the best
Undefeated to the rest
All about George and Mary
Cuz I want you like

science fiction
You can try and get it, my man the flyest with it
With a mind of fine of interest for your finest interests
They say hard work pays off

The Lesson, Pt. 1

Rahzel

Rahzel's Greatest Knockouts

2003

to your mind
Niggas, ya know my style
I run a-motherfuckin'-rap-mok
When Malik get a you-Haul truck
I stand five, foot seven, in command of the party

I'm spiritually on track
On a holy marathon
My mind is like my amazon
I guard it like the pentagon
A five sided complex
I'm doing this and that
To get

the the federal inseparable to vesting my check
Just keep blowing their minds
And wait for someone to wreck
Inside of every debt a waiting man coming collect
So I

Coming off rough
Think ya tough
You get ya weed coped
Get ya blood mopped up
While we wipe the floor
Clan assasination through war
Bringing smiths

όπως ο Tyler
Ψυχή δοσμένη, είμαι ο Ghost Rider
Nicolas Cage, βγάζω το rage
Life is a book, so turn the page
Take my lyrics, put me in the cage
Πεθαίνουν

of my lyrics From jail
And haunt them like evil Spirits
Like what Taylor Swift Made
When I gave her aids
With razor blades
From Charlie Sheen
Like Harvey

know the Smith got my back, he always hit me on snap
Telling me we gon make it, so I throw them vibes back

And my vibe is intact, I got my mind

Campaign Speech

Eminem

Campaign Speech

2016

novel
But my patience is wearing thin
Swear I been contemplating rubbing shit in your face 'till I smear it in
Diss you in every lyric until you fear

me in the game
I learnt to spit some lyrics and My life began to change
Money on my mind plus Illusions in my brain
I went Into the street cus a Nigga

diagnosed
Murder on my mind 24 seven all the time

Put on the notes I got rhymes
Pop you then i put your name on my gun
Got 7 notches and ill add one more

Uh
Uh
You see my mind demented
I threw emotions out the window feelings I prevented
Im writing words down its Christmas just how I present it
I read

One of a kind not one of one not one of many
Say JC three times and I'll appear like Bloody Mary
My mind stay dangerous my intentions scary
My pen stay

my pistol Smith and Wesson

What yea
Who these niggas testing

What
Too many shooters leave these niggas guessing

Silence my anger
I'm seeing through