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No Return

  1. My mind focusing on rhyming all the spit
  2. Syllables in the due, time it's gonna hit
  3. A million to stop? Decline your offer, bitch
  4. I'm still in hip hop until I lie in coffin, stripped
  5. I got too much fricked thoughts, write hot, super sick jots
  6. [Won't stop on the dot](won't stop after the sentence ends), I'm confident this spot
  7. Is the place I'm supposed to be in, never leave it
  8. The day I get blown to pieces, sent to Jesus
  9. Is the date of me being retired as a writer
  10. Okay? Now I keep feeding my desire to spit fire
  11. Writing heat in a cypher be one of my life and vital needs
  12. At night, won't sleep, 'cause I rhyme sublime lines so clean
  13. The dust in the room automatically disappears
  14. So fuck all the brooms, all that matter be wisdom, ear
  15. Touching, discussion starting intelligence
  16. The hardest spitting artist my preference
  17. Know I'm lit with them lyrics and I got flows that burn
  18. Now I'm addicted to spitting, and now there's no return
  19.  
  20. My superiority is undeniable
  21. With brutal flows I eat your gun, then light a fool
  22. Up, and burn him until he's a skeleton
  23. Raps are murking, done killed G's for failing in
  24. Creating a sixteen on the average level
  25. [Slaying you quickly with my raps, no metal](I can kill with raps, I don't need any firearm)
  26. [To get better you came, and you still ain't nothing](nothing =nutting, if you came it means you nutted. You're so fatal, you came and you still aren't nutting)
  27. A death threat is me saying I will spray off and
  28. Diss your phony ass in my next release
  29. This the moment you brats get to rest in peace
  30. Spaz with those nasty flows, if it's fast or slow
  31. Master of, raps and all, tracks smack you bastards' dome
  32. Defecate and step on brains of featherweight turds
  33. [Speech the most dangerous weapon, 'cause you can't bend or break words](Words aren't physical matter, you can't break them)
  34. [Heat of four gauges stepping to mine? Ain't even close](heat is slang for a gun, a gauge is a gun. My lyrics are hotter than heat)
  35. Rhymes a flame beacon of fire, stay keeping foes
  36. Close to me, so I dome them, see, took an oath to poetry
  37. To demolish all them wack so called MCs
  38. My knowledge golden, my tracks are totally
  39. Unarguably the most twisted dose of heat
  40. An artist see, leave foes dripping when they challenge
  41. They retarded, so garbage, they can't even fake talent
  42.  
  43. Raps do provoke them G's, the tension's getting higher
  44. Like bad students smoking weed, the pencil is the dyer
  45. Of your clothes but I ain't even talking 'bout paint
  46. Overload of the pain lead to fucking up rate
  47. Of your heartbeat, it get quicker, then go down to zero
  48. You're hardly a spitter, the sounds of evil
  49. Come to bitchslap ya, scratch like Mixmaster
  50. A gun won't click after, I smash the shit, have to
  51. Dedicate my whole life to hip hop and rap
  52. Let's get it straight: I don't like wack shit, stop the track
  53. Bend and twist whole sentences, I'm sending in
  54. My pen's venomous ink, the representative
  55. Of lyrical rap artistry at its peak
  56. Killing crews, tracks, scar this beat nastily
  57. I'm causing terror, there's no sincerer
  58. Or better source of flows and clever
  59. Metaphors, you met a force so immensely powerful
  60. That when it hit, you can sense these cowards' doom
  61. I'm talking 'bout my experiments with language
  62. Fuck all you clowns, my lyrics is stainless
  63. My raps a beauty, snatch their jewelry masterfully
  64. Blast and bully with tracks that truly slap you goofy
  65. Acting pussies, cats and rookies, eating you, molasses cookies
  66. A demon, heat is spat, peel caps and that's my duty
  67. Along with spitting writtens that's simply unholy
  68. So, you bitches listen to my grimly done, pro league
  69. Top tier, hot, feared of spoken attacks
  70. I know that when I'm flowing, I'm assaulting with class
  71. [But I don't want no kids doing my job](kids go to classes)
  72. [Eat beats every day, like that shit gluten](gluten is in a lot of things that are eaten daily), a God
  73. So sick shit I write, but there's more to learn
  74. Once I picked up the mic, I knew there was no return

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