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let it get messy, tethers and little atoms in every penny, puttin' up 7s like its plenty

Jason With the Machete, Slaughtering the game like spaghetti, tensions getting heavy, not empty

envious, having envy, im very deadly, various sightings and ancient writings being wrote about me

carry the squad abroad no facade, thats me, aka: thats thee.

talkin' about somebody with amazing lyrics, thats he

Generations with General Generalizations, several micro-organisms leeching me, its Germination

Preparations of not paying Reparations, Like the Germans, Lil niggas crawling over me like worms and

Germs Demand but cannot withstand the well planned seasoned general, yall damned

march on these niggas on command, tryna destroy these niggas like General Grant

need to have mechs to expand, techs to win 5 Battles like Ant Edwards

then i bite and bark on these niggas like some german shepherds with war efforts

im in the right, im not curing these niggas, im not a pharmacy, farming me, no rite aid

despite night raids, step-left up court fakes, i still bake yall asses make ya have a headache

AR Like 35 To your Chest No Robert Baker, Im baked up, ima bake her, i couldnt be bothered

in awkward silence, listening to wiki harvard guidance, listenin' to science rather than faith

as ima dig graves and make airwaves and introducing new rap waves

as i agree on my mistakes, and juked out miss-step takes

as i reclaim and aim the game as i overcame my anxiety to step up again

then i shoot from the back like some gunmen, then yall tap on like some minuteman

yo, give me a minute, man i gotta travel to pakistan for some kashmir

yall soft like some cashmere, pinchin' yall like the cash gotta come here

im in control of all of it, its a comandeer as i write genius letters in feathers like shakespeare

then i rule all of yall asses like a General Government with Adjournment like a puppeteer