I play the low end, you never know
You probably never heard of me
My hands'll never shake, it's steady hand surgery
Already banished as courtesy,
DMC didn't need it then I'll be MC
E-V proceeded by the B-A-B-U
A-L-C and no motherfuckin' take two
Mistakes do happen and I ain't afraid to keep 'em either
Add 'em with a little pain and leave 'em with the smell of reefer
A padded room with the cell receiver
Odd thoughts from a rhyme that you could tell is evil
I ain't tell 'em either, I did tell 'em listen
Didn't tell 'em givens, but did sell the seeders
I say it like I seen repeaters, I seen 'em come and go sellin' out theaters
Too back, peddlin' back they caught me dealin'
Better sell it in scraps and never seen a ceilin'
Sell a feelin' for derivative exposure
I'm a think tank and driven like a No Limit soldier
There is no gimmick to this closure
Just a image with a fork ridden over
Just a vision of the finish line
Energy ascends, that is cinema within a sign
Rap sittin' on the bench like it's dinner time
Major events, I'm gettin' mine

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