Intricate visions within when i'm sitting gripping the pen
Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again
I dropped another classic
Going up on the mic
There's a million names for your kind of chronic
When i'm the master of events n' master the mic
I see ya hands gripping the mic,
If his bitch insist on getting sick
I get my cake; i love hip hop
I bust on the mic nonstop
Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick
Everything freezes, soon as i touch the mic
Snipers on the mic again,
Bad hoes i'm seen with them
Ready, steady and setting fire to the mic/
Just like a cannon from the teen in nick
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