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Very particular set of skills and they taken
When I’m in the booth, it’s proof who got the iller rhymes
That means with me the facts are undisputed
When I’m serving up this music

Verse One
The Consist, heat like an arsonist
I’m done with the hardships, elite diagnostics
Precise with it, chopsticks, magic like card tricks
Potent like it’s arsenic, but smooth like guitar strings
Alert when alarms ring, the beat-making, rhyme-slaying
Street shaking, concave in your chest, keep playing its the D
I bring the L.I.G.H.T with a vocal rеsolution applied in HD
Designed by еighteen, a style you ain’t heard in while
I make dreams come true with a skip and a smile
I stay clean, no curses, no need to be vile and obscene
I was just a child when I defined my destiny
Declined a deputy, I don’t need em’ next to me to enshrine my legacy
I’m a different kinda’ beast with the finest pedigree
So you ain’t gone find nobody like this instead of me
Cos’ so lately I got a flow stately
So don’t hate me when your folks rate me, cos so innately
I can take a set words and put em’ back to back
And know precisely where they take me
Another stratosphere with another status there
And apparatus, yeah, that got me on the palace chair
So bring your battle gear cos’ I can take your challenges
But be prepared for me to show you what the English language is

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Verse Two
Now for my next trick you can take your best pick
I still got your cards marked, supremely majestic
Routinely forensic, I got bars like the Vegas strip
These rappers got less yards than a fragrance strip
They ain’t been making no deposits like a payment slip
So there’s no point in staying close in relationship
We ain’t friends this is barely an acquaintanceship
Jumping off? Let help me with installation tips
So start here and count sixteen bars
But don't come with nothing less than the sixteen cards
Of Jack, King, Queen, Ace
It’s gonna take a lot more than you’re bringing to keep pace
And you can have as many stabs in the dark, but each case
You bound to miss the target yo’
Every attempt is swept under the carpet
So take heed to the dopest MC
I’m so cold dawg, I’m bout’ to make your Doberman freeze
And rappers falling off like this is October and leaves
Don’t have to do much to have your thoughts sobering, jeez!
I get my gusto from brother and my strength from my pops
But they both gone now, so this is where the buck stops
Funky DL, funky like you just don’t know
So take them raps off them beats cos’ they just don’t go
I suggest go slow, or maybe just no show
Cos’ standing next to the best of the best is so no

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