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When I’m on the mike I spit heat Hot enough no bluff to cook raw meat my bars are sharp An neat cut like a blade out the sheet Ripngut gut rip talk is cheap I’m a real nut call me mc Java da hut Wat I deliver like a one two combo followed by a right upper cut I get sacks off Ike don’tnos are pizza da hut An I walk that walk with a strut strutting my butt so fuk wat ya sayin An just no I’ll bust an I’m not playing Rippin da gut gut rippinin sheet da talk is cheap So I walk it iout an creep I’m Note stalking da beat Boy I’m a put it I’m a get it when eat When I’m on the mic, I spit heat, feel the flames, In the shadows of the night, where the darkness claims, Echoes of the streets, where the lost souls roam, Every line I drop, it's a step toward the throne. Heart full of rage, yeah, I’m breaking the mold, Words like daggers, cutting deep, never fold, In a world so cold, I’m the fire in the gloom, Spitting venom in the iubooth, like a beast in the tomb. Thoughts twisted, like the smoke that I breathe, Haunted by the past, but I’m ready to leave, Every verse a confession, every rhyme a release, In the depths of the struggle, I’m searching for peace. Mind racing fast, like the beat in my chest, Living for the moment, never settling for less, With the darkness around, I’m the light in the fight, When I’m on the mic, yeah, I’m ready to ignite. Da flames I spit game cum back like a buomarange When I points an aim I doze my thing I spit hot flames Hooter then a six pack off som hot wings I like to smoke pot aot man I dose my thing