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[Verse 1: PXWER]
Sha rock it like the star ships
Spark it with a big flick
16 go around in my cypher before you paused it
Burn the verse with the finest of strands
I doubted my man
Cus I’m Liu Kang with the fire in hand
All this SOUR, all these hours
I wreck you cowards, I put the time in a half
All this power
I’m astounding, yes I’m astounding
Beat production black and blue with my lyrical pounding
Challenge me, yeah that’s something that you never do
Life's a beach so we here ‘cause it’s easier to bury you
Two rips got me blasted
I hand crafted
Detonate when they hit the AUX now I’m a savage
I been told you 'bout this rappin shit
I been nice while you niggas spit that average shit
I’m not in the combo shit is so embarassin
I'ma keep droppin on 'em til they in them carriages
Black suit, tight face, in the box, stiffed up
By the time I exit the booth, I got 'em zipped up
Boy I flow like the ocean when the levee broken
Do you get the notion now where the fuck I’m going?
Lettin my style run them out by the thousand
I’m Lettin my style run the mouths by the thousand
I’m Lettin my style run the mouths by the thousand
I’m Lettin my style run the mouths by the thousand

[Verse 2: S.I.T.H]
I said I’m lettin my style run
I've got plenty this style one
Since wild young had y'all trippin off this cow dung
Ls on Chow Yun-fat
Burn upon contact like disc compact
The bomb with the match, bombardin the chat
1-0-3 we swarm and attack like we jacketed in yellow and black
Packin what'll remove your head from your hat
You a wrap if I put some bread on your back, chill
You been rappin for hella years and you wack still
Move mountains in my city but really this Cat skilled
But really this dog raw
See how he dig his claws in the four-four
They wanna shackle him to them four walls
Addicted to nicotine he turning all the squares into Paul Mall's
Who want that smoke I want that smoke with my hand raised
Rampage, Bringin hell to your mans like mayonnaise
Not equipped for the barrage of flockery I discharge
At the mockery
Ash the bodily, hit the pottery

[Verse 3: iNTeLL]
Like a mason in the basement I'm amazin with minds
I drop gems like I’m tryna get away with a crime
I’m not them, I’m complacent as a agent of rhyme
That's takin it's time, perfection is makin it mine
Breakin yo spine
Lyrically erasin yo mind
And I bet I keep spittin like we tastin some wine
I’m God’s son, so you know that I be makin it shine
I'm up high so don’t bother even makin the climb
Oh no if you not lyrical
Lyrics you get spiritual
You don't gotta dance if your music is how they hearin you
I been through some strife realize life is a miracle
When science is a giant, what's a side ain't empirical
It's energy essentially ever movin to entropy
Buildin mentally will forever help with your sensory
Pick my memory every level's the devil's effigy
Now you're in jeopardy daily double smack you with weaponry