superb rapper, whole set thrasher No civil service, I'm not who cleans up after No mask, Actual Actual, Ya boys make heterosexuality unfactual, they smacked like an imperative when my bullets become grammatical *period adlib my red dots on they shirt, they never real talk but ya ask if they where, like a magician with smoke, my metaphors work ending all inquisition, you look you get hurt if they diss get put under the earth, not 6 ft that over, 12ft, with concrete in-between like a 1600s pagan ritual for cadavers, if they unearth, the original pool blueprints I'm after so I kill you and civilians come and bathe after Like my Service Credits, Im Handy Mandy with non-novice sticks, I know how them peices addup watch ya block, I Google map ya, Your under surveillance, I tracked ya like how you always check your mail then, go to work I know absolutely every appropriate hour to lurk, the difference between a casings weight, distance and, path it will take before it hits u or the dirt *trajectory like I made it out the projects scientifically, indefatigabl-ly, walked every lane down like I got 100 feet,