Slow and ill

Hellafied rhyming leaves the mic high
Competition starts to sweat
And then they try too hard
To break
Too dare to slay
It's slow and ill
Like judgement day

I'm too bold for you punks to hold
Got too much posse and they ready to roll
They call me the Shake
All suckers are brave
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Cuz Drew got my back

Bones get broken
Necks will get choken
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The mic will be smoking

Crushing my victims so they can't respond
------ my throat contracts like a python

Wow like an animal
Sharp like a machete
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Not a new jack to rap
Not an amateur or pro
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Don't you know
Shakеspeares the corporal

Compеtion ------
When I freeze
All my opponents will bow down
To the Napoleon of lyrics

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Grammer harder than a bass drum
The Robin Hood is back once more
The Technician of rythm
The mentor
Taking tall control like an embassador

I'm an adversary /
Windy city mad hatter
The dope matter

A trigger happy mic slayer
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Lizzie Borden

Execute the cutie
Like Hitler did the Jews

King Kong might be bigger
But I'm much louder
Carnivore whose exciting
Prototypin biting
Shakespeare word slayer
Let me see
The competition
No rough
No preposition